by Lucia Franco
Fuck. He was teasing me.
The pressure and strength of his hand, his fingers resting low, felt so hot, I wanted him to touch me harder, grind his palm against my throbbing—
“Yes…” I sighed, loving what he was doing. It was like he read my mind. “That feels so good. Just like that.”
Kova paused. “What does?”
Breathing heavily, I answered him honestly. “Your hand, how hard you’re pushing on me. Soft touches are nice, but this feels a whole lot better. And I like when you hold my legs open.” My hips rolled against his hand to show him and I spread my legs wider.
“Do you have any idea what you are saying?” Kova’s eyes darkened. They were heavy from arousal, and his body tensed. He shook his head like he was fighting with himself to find the right words. “I like when you tell me what you want me to do. It is intoxicatingly powerful to know I make you feel so good.”
I looked deep into his eyes so he’d know my words rang true. “You make me feel better than good, Kova.”
“You are playing with fire.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, malysh,” he laughed throatily. Kova withdrew his hand, and reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt. “Let me show you.”
The mattress dipped as Kova crawled over me on his knees. My fingers traced his granite-like abs, every indentation and every grove that carved his stomach was not missed. He drew an audible breath as my palms skimmed his firm chest and over his nipples. My fingers glided across the sharpness in his shoulders. Dropping his weight on me, Kova looked into my eyes before he kissed me senseless. My body circled around his, locking him in. His warmth spread across my body, our heat fused together. His tongue slowly delved in and out before moving to plant open-mouthed kisses down my neck, around my ear, and pull my lobe into his mouth. My back arched, pushing my chest into him. I was completely under his control and all it did was fan the fire even more.
My hands landed on his muscular back and I gripped him. Kova flexed under my touch and his hips began a slow and steady rock against my center. His erection pressed in and out, and I wondered if somehow he could feel just how damp I was.
Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to mine and squeezed his eyes shut. I was dizzy from his fervent kisses and clutched him tightly. Breaths of hot air blended together as we fought to steady ourselves.
Kova moved to sit back on his heels. His brow lifted, and he gave me the sexiest half-grin I’d ever seen as he pulled my panties off, then pushed my knees back out.
“Let me show you how I want to taste you.”
Recognition hit and Kova smiled at my expression. Taste you…that’s what he meant earlier. Fuck, this man was gorgeous and he wanted to do amazing things to me.
“First, I will get acquainted with your lips.” He leaned down and ever so gently traced around and through the seam of my pussy with the tip of his tongue. A pleasure filled sigh rolled off my lips as I closed my eyes briefly.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I moaned in agreement.
“After I warm you with my tongue,” he looked up, and his eyes gleamed with devious thoughts. “I am going to stretch you out like this.” He proceeded by pulling on my folds with force, suckling hard. His tongue speared inside and traced around my core.
I couldn’t take it. This man. What he was doing to me.
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and thrust my hips into him. My legs wrapped around his strong shoulders. I wanted him.
No, I needed him.
All of him.
“Do not move. And keep your hands to yourself. Understand?” I nodded heatedly, not realizing my fingers were in his hair.
Fucking shit. I didn’t want him to stop. He could have me any way he wanted when he was demanding like this. I’d do anything he commanded. The hunger for him bubbled, and the desire mounted like a volcano ready to erupt.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Good girl. Now where were we?” He leaned back down, and continued his wicked torment on my sex.
“After you are warmed up and stretched out, I will show you the steps it takes before you reach your dismount.”
My mouth dropped and he grinned.
Dismount. Climax. Same thing.
Having Kova go down on me was both exhilarating and nerve wracking at the same time. While he had for a split second in the dance room that one night, it wasn’t very long. I had no idea how much more I could handle this longer pace. The moisture dripping from me was slightly embarrassing and I worried he would find it unappealing.
“We will practice until you get it perfect.”
His tongue swirled in and out, dancing all around, feeling every part of me. If he wanted power, I was going to give it to him. Reaching down, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pressed him into me, squeezing his shoulders with my thighs.
Abruptly, he pulled back. His green eyes now the color of a dark jungle. Wild. Untamed. Mysterious. Grabbing my wrists, he planted them by my hips, but I struggled against his hold. His fierce look told me I didn’t listen to his no touching rule, and he was turned on by it. The power and strength he wielded was an aphrodisiac and I couldn’t get enough.
“Do. Not. Move.”
A gush of air rushed out of me as his tongue delved back inside, lapping and pulling at my lips so sensually I melted into the bed, and a moan left my throat. I rotated my hips in a wave against his mouth, completely unabashed by my actions. Each deep, luscious lick sent my head spinning.
Then he was frantic with need. His hands roamed around my body, everywhere. I knew he was holding back by how tense and tight his arms were, and I wished he wouldn’t. I wished he’d let go and take me already, give me all of him, everything he had.
“Kova…Oh, my God. I’m so close.”
He looked up and my heart stopped when our eyes locked. While we’d had sex, this felt so much more intimate.
The corner of his mouth tugged up with a dare, his eyes glittering with obsession. “Go ahead and land your dismount.”
His mouth returned to my pussy and a moan-filled sigh gushed from me as my eyes rolled back. This feeling, his tongue on me, licking and sucking, was pure eroticism. My back arched and I threw my head back as my hips rolled into his greedy mouth while he lapped at me. Kova’s hands were firmly wrapped under my thighs, holding me to his mouth. The overwhelming sensations streaming through my veins had me panting loudly, gasping for air. Christ Almighty. I tried to fight Kova, but his tongue worked faster, hitting my clit. He locked me down and licked me with precision.
“Oh, God,” I cried out, my thighs tensing around his head. He slapped my outer thigh for me to loosen up and I quickly did.
“Kova, please, it’s too much.”
My body was a blaze of fire ready to erupt. My moans couldn’t be contained and I cried out. My fingers threaded through his dark hair, clutching it in my fist, pushing my pussy into his mouth even more. Kova became ravenous. His grip on my thighs was powerful, and I wanted to give him everything in this moment. My legs scissored on his shoulders from the force of the pleasure slicing through me as he fought to keep his mouth in place.
Somehow when he came up for air, I managed to pull away and move higher on my bed. I panted, drunk on pleasure. My eyes, I’m sure, were just as glossy and matched Kova’s. His mouth was covered in my essence completely, and I knew by the way he crouched low I should not have pulled away.
“Bad move, Adrianna.”
He sprang forward and tugged on the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me in a blinding move. I was exposed, completely bare to him. Kneeling before me, he spread my legs open and grabbed them, hauling them over his shoulders. My hips lifted clear off the mattress, hovering in the air.
“No,” I lied. What I really meant to say was yes, but telling him no did things to my head, and I couldn’t stop.
Kova threw an arm over my waist and locked me in place, my boobs rolled up, an
d if I wasn’t in such a state of crazed need, I would’ve been embarrassed by their placement. But I wasn’t.
Leaning down, he said, “You taste incredible.” Then he flattened his tongue and licked me from bottom to top. He flicked my clit and sucked on the swollen, little nub as I squirmed in his arms.
“I don’t believe you,” I whimpered. My body was flaming hot, my chest burning from pleasure.
“I could eat you every day and not get tired.” He penetrated my pussy with his tongue, ignoring my statement. With my hips elevated, an orgasm was quickly rising. Different angle, different position, I wasn’t sure why, and I didn’t care. I began moaning, succumbing to him in a bliss-filled state unlike any I’d ever experienced before. My hips slowly rolled into his mouth as he suckled and devoured me with momentum and skill. One of his hands shifted and moved to rub my clit. The sensitive, little nerves in my body combusted into a million tiny, silver stars.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. I almost cried from the sheer impact of it all. His thumb rubbed harder and faster as the pleasure zoomed through me, my hips bucked against his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. The vibration from his mouth, paired with the tingly heat when his teeth nipped, caused me to blow up. An orgasm erupted, slamming into me hard and tearing through me with pleasure previously unknown.
But Kova didn’t let up. He sucked harder, making slurping sounds as he took every last drop to the point where his tongue slid dangerously close to my ass to wipe me up. I couldn’t stop making little noises, crying out from feeling such sweet rapture that rocked through my body.
My heart, as my body, was wholly his.
Once the orgasm subsided, Kova carefully lowered my hips to the bed. I was spent, a complete pile of mush with my legs wide open.
My heart, the same.
Coming down from the most incredible high of my life, heated eyes scanned the length of my body and my nipples hardened. A predatory hunger consumed his features while he kneeled between my legs. My eyes leisurely trailed down his torso. Rigid muscle from hours spent honing his physique coiled his stomach, but it was the vein protruding from his abdomen and disappearing beneath his waistband that drew all my attention. He gave me such a look that made me feel sexy when he cupped his shaft and stroked it over his shorts.
I placed my arms out. I wanted him to come to me. I needed him.
Kova gave me the most erotic come hither grin right before he said, “Now let me show you how I land a dismount.”
Taunting me with his words and powerful body, his Russian accent blending with his hoarse tone made it almost unbearable. It was beyond physical at this point and had me on edge, nearly begging him to touch me more.
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.
