by Lucia Franco
Fire blazed in his eyes as he cut me off. “I am fully aware of what I did,” he snapped.
“So, why do we have to stop?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Kova stood and began pacing my living room. “Can you not comprehend the magnitude of the situation?”
I stood and challenged him. “I do understand, but it’s not wrong if I’m consenting. Do you not comprehend that?”
He shook his head and walked toward the door. My heart thumped wildly in my chest. I wasn’t ready for him to leave yet, I didn’t want him to go.
“Do not say those things to me. It is not the same thing, and it still does not make it right.”
“I liked it, Kova, and I wanted it as much as you did. Don’t blame yourself for anything.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Do. Present tense.”
I smiled softly at his correction as he turned and made his way toward me. Kova backed me against the wall in my living room. He placed his hand flat to the wall and angled his head down, pressing his forehead to mine. Tension radiated off him, the fight to walk away clear as day in his vacillating eyes.
“That is the problem, I still want you, Ria.” He breathed into me and cupped my nape. “I should not, but I do, and it is so fucking wrong and sick. And I love it.”
“I love when you say my name like that,” I whispered honestly, staring at his lips. “Your accent comes out and it’s so sexy.” I placed my hands on his firm chest and slid them up. He tensed, but I paid no attention to it. I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his lips pressed to mine, his tongue tangled with mine. The way he kissed me, so skilled and dominating, I loved the command he took. No one had ever kissed me the way he did. Confidence roared through me, so I grabbed a hold and took a leap.
My heart chased the anticipation as we closed the distance. Faces tilted, we touched lips lightly, and I whimpered into him. My hands tangled in his hair as he placed his hands on my hips and held me still. His thumb drew little circles on my pelvis, eliciting wetness between my thighs. I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the sudden ache.
He didn’t refuse me like I feared he might. Quite the contrary actually.
“Does it make me a pervert for wanting you so desperately?”
“No,” I responded immediately. Because it didn’t.
“Good, because if it did, well, I would not give a fuck. I want you.”
Getting as close as I could so there was not an inch left between us, I leaned into his strong body. My breasts pressed against his chest and I kissed him passionately. He took the lead and set the pace, and I followed, which rewarded me with a squeeze of his hand. Our tongues swirled provocatively, mounting the desire between us. I knew this was wrong, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that Kova could get in trouble, I didn’t care he had a girlfriend he planned to marry one day. I didn’t care about anything but this moment and seeing where it could take us.
Plus, I liked making him feel good.
One of Kova’s hands trailed down my side and around to my back. He lifted the back of my shirt so he could cup my ass. He gave it a good, hard squeeze, biting my bottom lip at the same time. My eyes rolled shut as a light sigh escaped my throat. His touch was incredible, like a million little kisses coating my skin and I melted into him. His hips rose, legs spreading wider as the bulge in his jeans pushed against me.
My hands skimmed over his firm shoulders and chest. I was desperate to feel his skin under my touch. Giving him a slight grasp, my hips surged into his. I pressed hard and before I knew what was happening, Kova removed my oversized shirt and threw it to the floor.
As I went to lean back into him for more, he stopped me abruptly and pulled away by pushing my hands down. His fingers danced delicately over my collarbone to the thin strap of my tank top, slipping it off my shoulder. My breathing deepened, my shirt slowly rising and my nipples were hard little points, while his finger twirled across my chest but not dipping past the thin fabric. His hand slid around my neck, clutching me, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin.
“Why do you do this to me, Adrianna,” he said huskily. “Why do you make me want you so bad? You make me want you in ways that should make me ashamed.”
“I don’t make you do anything you don’t want.”
“No, you are right, but you do not make it any easier for me to stop either. You only push for me to take. My pleas backfired on me. You take and I want more, I want to give you more. I can see it, but I cannot stop my actions,” he said honestly as the other strap fell off my shoulder with his help. The only thing holding up my shirt were my swollen breasts.
Biting my lip, I asked softly, “Would it be so bad?”
“More than you know.”
I took a deep breath and arched my back, my breasts rising slightly into him with my hips. His finger trailed my skin so gently, clearly seeking permission to move lower. I watched the indecision in his eyes, the way a crease formed between them as he fought with himself. He knew right from wrong. A pang of guilt seized my heart for taunting him.
When he hit the plump part of my breast, he ran his tongue along his bottom lip again. The look in his eyes blazed a path of fiery heat across my heated flesh. Kova made me feel desired, wanted, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I want you,” he shook his head, pushing my shirt down so most of my breast was showing except my rosy, pink nipple. His erection strained into my stomach and I found myself growing increasingly wet. There was something so deliciously forbidden about being alone with him in my condo where no one could find us, to do as we desired. My heart raged against my ribs, thumping so hard I wondered if he could see the pulse beating in my neck. My panties were sticking to me and his rough, calloused hand sliding up and down my waist wasn’t helping. As my chest rose, my areola slipped past the rim of my shirt. Kova paused as I held my breath, and goose bumps pebbled my skin.
“The consequences could be damaging.” He slowly pulled down the rest of my shirt, the back of his finger scraping my supple flesh. “But it is a chance I am willing to take,” he growled, then sealed his mouth around my nipple. He sucked so hard my head flew back and hit the wall, I whimpered.
The neck of my shirt sat under my boobs, pushing them up and together, he palmed both and tried to suck my nipples at the same time. My tank top was loose, the straps around my biceps and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I stuck my hands under his shirt and raked my nails down his lower back and sides, bringing my hands around the front of him to his abs.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed. “That feels amazing.”
“I can tell by the way you are rubbing on my dick.” I didn’t even realize I was rubbing on him, but the delicious friction was building inside and I wanted more.
With his head tilted to the side, I leaned in and licked a wet trail up his neck. He made me wild with desire, and I couldn’t stop the frenzy that tore through me. I attacked his mouth. My hands were everywhere, lifting up his shirt to feel his heated skin against my own as I kneaded and gripped him with everything in me.
Kova froze, swiftly stepping back until he was a foot away from me. “Fuck!” He yelled, making me flinch.
“What’s wrong?” I yelled back. Talk about doing a one eighty. I knew where this was going. Silence enveloped us as we stared at each other. Taking a chance, I acted purely on instinct, “I don’t want you to stop. What don’t you understand? I want this,” I stated, adding emphasis to want. “If I didn’t want this, I would be doing the complete opposite.”
A tick worked in Kova’s jaw. “You do not know what you want!”
“Oh, yeah? Says who?”
“It is nothing for me to make you want these things. I know where to touch you and how.” Torture captured his eyes. “You are too young to know what you want. This is nothing more than lust for you.”
I shook my head in disagreement. “You did this,” I pointed to my bare chest, “to me.” Walking up to him with my shoulders b
ack, I reached out and boldly cupped his erection and stroked him through his jeans. His eyes rolled closed, a deep groan escaped him. His body hardened. “And I did this to you. If I didn’t want this, if you didn’t want this, we wouldn’t have let it get this far.” He opened his eyes, and I said, “Deny it all you want and go home to fuck your girlfriend, Kova.” With a perfectly angled brow, I asked, “Isn’t that what your note said anyway? That you have to fuck your girlfriend because you can’t fuck me.”
My pulse thrummed and I was struggling to keep my hands still and appear confident. Never had I been so provoking when it came to us, but I was tired of being played and it was about time he knew it. All of his back and forth was giving me whiplash.
Kova’s eyes were heavy, his lids dropping low. He took a step toward me, and I stepped back. He slapped my hand away.
“You know what? You are right. I want to be so deep inside you until you scream. I want to wrap those nimble, little legs around my hips and get as far in as I can.” He stalked toward me until I couldn’t back up any more.
“I want to watch your face as you orgasm with my cock buried inside you, your hands above your head so you cannot stop me from pushing all the way in.” He gripped the base of my neck, his desperate words floating on my skin. “And the sickest part is that I want you to tell me no, I want you to fight me. But it would not matter, would it? I would take anyway. Because we both know it is what you want, is it not?” He picked me up and stormed to my bedroom, throwing me onto the bed and ripping my panties off with a fast tug before he could rest between my thighs.
“Wait.” He didn’t seem to process my request as a shadow slipped over his eyes. I tried to close my legs, but Kova had other plans. His thumb found my sex and all common sense left my head.
Kova’s eyes were as dark as the night sky as he scanned my body.
“You are so fucking gorgeous it hurts.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I have tried to fight it, this urge deep inside me to stay calm, but you are all I think about, all I want.” He gripped my inner thigh and I bit my lip. “Your tenacity in the gym, the persistence to not give up no matter how much I wear you down, you are strong, Adrianna. You are a fighter, and that turns me on.
“I am going to show you just what your body needs.” He paused, and softly added, “You are my greatest weakness. From the moment I set eyes on you, I have been fighting my attraction.”
My heart swelled at his words.
Slowly, he removed his jeans and slipped his shirt off. He climbed onto the bed and settled between my thighs before I got a good look at his length. We groaned in unison at the flesh on flesh contact. My heart bloomed, loving the feel of his body on mine. The pressure, the weight, the heat of our bodies fusing together was a feeling I couldn’t describe. Finally.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, and he did. God, did he ever. He thrusted his tongue into my mouth, taking me once again for all I had to give. His hands gripped my wrists, keeping them above my head where I was unable to touch him. Being restrained and wrestling against his hold was something I never thought I’d like, but it did things to my head that caused me to surrender to his every whim. Rolling my hips up in a wave, I moved so I could feel his hard length sliding against my inner thigh before it leisurely stroked my sex. I sighed breathlessly at the contact.
“Please, give me more.”
“I am trying not to hurt you,” he mumbled against my lips. His elbows were propped near my ears, caging me in. I felt safe and secure in his embrace and I couldn’t imagine him actually causing me pain.
I whimpered, rolling a bit harder and slower again. I was rewarded with a sexy, deep groan and a thrust against my pussy. Fuck. Kova did this to me. He made my body want him in ways I never thought possible.
“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it my way. Got it?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
My heart raged against my chest at the thought of losing my virginity tonight. He slid his bare length over the seam of my vagina and I inhaled with a gasp, nodding. I was soaking wet, and now he was covered in me.
A vibration rattled from Kova’s chest against mine. The weight of his body and the muscle underneath his hard frame was exhilarating. To be dominated by such a man took over all rational thoughts.
He placed my hands on the headboard. “Hold on and do not let go. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Kova sat back and fisted his cock in his hand. I finally got a real look and saw little trim hairs at his pelvis that lead to a long, thick shaft. He began stroking himself, slowly twisting his wrist up his length and squeezing the tip that was darker than the rest of him. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any bigger, I watched his length grow. I could never get tired of looking at Kova’s body, it was a work of art. He was sin, a man wild with lust, and I loved that I was the reason for it.
He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine in a brutally hard kiss, tugging my tongue into his mouth. He slid his dick up and down my slit to coat himself and then pushed in. I flinched. My legs automatically squeezed his waist in pain from the intrusion. No preamble. No teasing. No foreplay. I was ready, but it still burned. And damn it all to hell, it hurt like a motherfucker.
But I didn’t show it.
I couldn’t. He didn’t need to know I was a virgin. Men didn’t like taking someone’s virginity because they assumed emotions were usually attached and that was something I couldn’t let Kova think. The moan that vibrated against my chest from him made it all worth it.
This uncomfortable pressure inside me was foreign and not at all what I imagined it would feel like. My hands gripped the headboard tighter as I fought the searing pain of feeling like I’d been split in two, like a thick steel rod penetrated me. As much as I loved the fact we were finally doing this, I kind of wanted it to be over at the same time. The pain was intensifying.
I wanted to tell him to hang on, tell him to give me a minute so I could adjust to his width, but I didn’t. The only thing I could think to do was start moving my hips to meet his. Even though I didn’t know what I was doing or how, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how to have sex.
Kova’s hands were back on my wrists, gripping them so hard it actually hurt. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
Believe me, I know.
Kova pulled out and thrusted back in, and I swear he hit my cervix at the same time he hit my clit. It was pain and pleasure combined, and for some odd reason it felt surprisingly good.
“Ria…You feel fucking amazing,” he breathed against my neck, spiking my pulse. “Better than I imagined you would.”
“So do you.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“I cannot stop,” a vein throbbed from his neck.
“I don’t want you to.”
“You are so tight,” he said, looking down at our joined bodies as his cock slid back in. “And I am not even in all the way.”
Kova bent down on his elbows and licked a slow wet trail from my collarbone to my ear before taking my earlobe into his mouth.
“It is almost as if you are a virgin,” he whispered before looking at me inquisitively. I froze and clenched around him. He bit my shoulder with a sigh as I tightened more. A hot breath escaped him and his head dropped to my shoulder. Kova growled, squeezing his eyes shut as his pleasure hit me in waves from the vibration in his chest. Our relationship was bound by honesty. I wasn’t going to lie and say I wasn’t a virgin. And if I had omitted something so important, I couldn’t imagine the disappointment he’d feel. So I kissed him seductively hard, putting everything into it. He responded perfectly. There was no way he’d ever know.
Kova groaned when he pulled away, “Fuck, yes.”
Instead of focusing on the searing, stretching and tearing pain, I focused on the bliss of the bite, the hold on my wrists, the way he kissed me, and the weight of his magnificent body pressed against mine. It was just enough pressure to make it feel good, l
ike he knew exactly how much to apply. The painful strokes became welcomed ones and I started to soften. My chest rose into his, my hardened nipples grazed his heated skin.
Rising up on his elbows, he looked into my eyes before he cupped my face and leaned in for a kiss. Slanting his mouth over mine, his tongue dipped in as his dick pushed back inside me. The tightness I was struggling with was drifting away and I was finally beginning to enjoy it.
“There you go,” he whispered. “You are loosening up.”
“You could tell?”
He smirked, giving me a knowing look. Pushing deeper, Kova held it there. My breath caught in my throat and I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Like right now. I can tell it hurts for me to be this deep inside. You have a vice grip on my cock.”
I swallowed. “Does it hurt you?”
He huffed, still wearing the smirk. “Hell no. It feels damn good.”
“I’ve never been with anyone…like you. I’m not use to it.” That was the truth, too.
Bringing his mouth to mine, he kissed me deeply. “Just relax and let me do it,” he said against my lips, and I agreed. Maybe he sensed my inexperienced nature. I wasn’t sure what it was. I was just happy he took control.
Reaching down, Kova hooked his hand under my knee and brought it up, placing it around his back as he reached a little deeper. A breath escaped my throat, somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. It was a different angle, but the smooth, even strokes made me enjoy it more than I thought possible as he hit my clit.
He slid in with ease, erasing the pain and replacing it with euphoria. Pleasure was completely taking me by storm and all I could think about was the fact Kova and I were having sex. My breath hitched in my throat, and I whimpered into his mouth. Quiet gasps escaped my chest. There was no way to stop it. I couldn’t. The feeling of him pulling out and thrusting back in took my breath away. Long deep strokes with just the right amount of pressure. The way his fingers laced through mine, how he held my hands to the bed. The way his tongue slid down the column of my throat, tugging on my skin. And the way his hips picked up was a maelstrom of fire brewing inside of me. Every time he surged back in, he hit my clit…And God, it felt fucking amazing.
