Chapter 3
I glanced at Bryce again, feeling my heart sink even more. We were on the plane, but since we’d met a few hours ago at the airport, he had been acting strange. Not rude or anything, but ... distant.
Does he regret what happened between us? Is he actually disappointed? I thought he felt good with me, but...
I played with the hem of my dress, unsure of what I should do. The change had been so sudden that it completely took me aback. Yesterday, after months of pent-up lust, I had finally had him balls-deep inside me, and today, he was acting colder than ever.
I looked at him again and found him glancing at me. Bryce quickly shifted his gaze away, making my heart drop once again.
“Have I done anything wrong?” I whispered.
Bryce turned his head toward me so fast that I was impressed he didn’t break his neck. His eyes widened in shock, and I caught a surge of guilt coursing through them.
“No, God, no,” he whispered back. “You did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
So he regretted what had happened between us. The realization felt like a punch in the stomach. I looked down, fidgeting with my bracelet.
“So, you didn’t feel good with me?”
I wanted to tell him that I could learn, that it had been my first time, so I kind of had no idea how to please him, but that would probably only push him away even more.
“No, fuck, how could you even think that?”
Bryce sighed and checked around. Assured that no one was watching us, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I quickly obeyed, closing my eyes as the heat of his body enveloped me. It felt good, even if I knew he was probably trying to find the kindest way possible to tell me I sucked at sex.
“You were incredible, Livia,” he whispered. “Trust me, after what happened yesterday ... that was all I could think about. But this is wrong. And dangerous.”
He gently lifted my chin, making me look at him. He probably read the incredulity in my eyes because he assured me again how good he had felt with me.
“It’s just ... I’m your coach, Livia. You should focus on the Olympics. It’s your chance to show everyone what an amazing skater you are, not waste time with an old man like me. Not to mention how bad things could get if anyone discovered what happened between us.”
So it wasn’t me being bad at sex, it was him being worried about his reputation. Somehow, that realization helped me regain some of my confidence, but also ... it made me feel worse. The last thing I wanted was to threaten his career. And also ... was he afraid I might tell anyone? Didn’t he trust me?
“Livia.”
His voice was soft, and a shudder of pleasure rushed through me as he caressed my face and neck.
“I’m not going to tell anyone about us, Bryce. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
He sighed and placed a kiss on my hair.
“I’m not worried about you saying something. But someone might catch us. Even yesterday, it was stupid of me to put you at such risk. I’m going to retire after the Olympics, Livia. You’re the last skater I’ll train. But your career is just starting, and you don’t want the reputation of fucking your coach dragging you down. Not to mention, you might not even be allowed to compete in the future. You know the policies against relationships between coaches and athletes due to the inherent power imbalance. This could easily be seen as a conflict of interest or an abuse of authority. Don’t let a fleeting moment of lust affect your future.”
He what!?
I stared at him, unable to say anything. He had never mentioned any plans of retiring before. I knew he was older than me, but why this sudden decision? And fuck the rules, the policies, and whatever else. I didn’t care about them.
And damn, calling what happened between us a fleeting moment of lust hurt like hell.
Even if that was exactly what it was.
I mean ... it was, right?
I was physically attracted to him. That had been obvious since we met. And he found me hot, too. And yet, now that he had explicitly put a name on it ... it felt like more.
But it didn’t even matter! Lust or not, I wanted him. I wanted this. And most importantly, I didn’t want to lose him.
“It can be our secret, Bryce. Neither of us would tell anyone, and no one would ever know. And maybe you’re not going to retire. If you don’t want to work with me further, I can ...”
“I want to work with you. And more. I ...”
He ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I nestled into him as he tightened his hold on me and rested his head on mine.
“You should focus on the Olympics. We can talk about all this later.”
“I’m focusing on the Olympics, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do what I want with my life. Or be with whom I want.”
I felt his muscles tense, and even his energy shifted. He played with my hair but didn’t say a word for a few moments.
“Of course, you can fuck whoever you want. You’re intelligent, talented, young, and beautiful. But don’t do something stupid and reckless. I know you must have a lot of guys who are crazy about you, and I bet you’re going to meet even more at the Olympics, but try to focus on your career. A few moments of lust don’t deserve a ruined reputation.”
His voice was strained, sounding more like a mix between a growl and a hiss as he spoke. I gave him a curious look. Was he jealous? Really? I’d been daydreaming about him for months, attracted to him like a moth to a flame, and he imagined I was interested in others?
I couldn’t hold back a small, playful smile.
“Is this Bryce the coach, or Bryce the guy who fucked me senseless, talking?” I teased, caressing his arm.
Fine, I was crazy for doing this, but he was the one making me lose my mind. This damn silver fox was making me feel things in such shameless, filthy ways I wouldn’t have even imagined I could. And yet, here I was, unable to keep my hands off of him.
His breath quickened as I brushed my fingers lower and lower, toward his crotch. Bryce checked the surroundings again, and when assured no one was noticing what we were doing, he spread his legs, granting me access.
“You’re playing with fire, little slut.”
Oh, yes!
“I’m used to skating on thin ice. I have a good coach.”
“It’s stupid and dangerous.”
While speaking, he slid his palm under my dress. Shifting, I allowed him to advance further, arousal zinging through my veins. We both moved in the same rhythm, and while he played with the band of my panties, I unzipped his pants.
“That only makes it hotter,” I whispered back.
Yeah, crazy was no longer enough to explain what we were doing. I knew Bryce and I had a lot of things to talk about in the future, starting with this stupid idea of his about retiring, but for now, I wanted to savor this moment of illicit pleasure.
My inner slut grinned as I released his cock from the confines of his clothes. Oh, yes, he was steel-hard, and knowing that my mere touch turned him on like this made me feel like a powerful goddess.
I bit my lower lip, muffling a loud moan as he slipped his palm inside my panties. The contact of skin on skin was maddeningly arousing. Closing my eyes, I bucked my hips, silently begging him to use me.
His cock pulsed against my palm as I started to jerk him off. Bryce made slow circles on my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me shudder. I matched his rhythm, rolling my fingers along his shaft, from the base to the tip.
He throbbed in my palm, pre-cum dripping down and coating his length. The wetness between my legs grew with each new circle, and I could feel the familiar tingles in my lower belly.
My heart beat faster, and the high risk of being caught spun me with the speed of light toward the peak. Of course, I didn’t want someone to notice us. I would never want something to endanger Bryce. And yet, this was undeniably hot and was hitting all my kinks.
And given the way his cock jerked in my palm, it had the same effect on him, too.
Bryce moved his hips, pushing himself more into my hand. At the same time, the movements of his fingers became rougher, sending sparks of ecstasy through my core with each new circle.
I buried my face in him in an attempt to muffle my moans. My entire being spasmed as I succumbed to my release, wildfire waves engulfing and scorching me. Moving my hand faster, I jerked him off vigorously until he exploded, covering my hand with cum.
Bryce clenched his jaw as visible shudders of pleasure traveled through him, and I could tell he was using all his willpower to not let out any loud, lewd noise.
As the ripples of ecstasy subsided and I stopped trembling, I released his cock. My palm was covered with sticky white ropes of cum, and my inner slut drooled at the wanton view. Looking directly into Bryce’s eyes, I licked his seed, barely able to muffle the loud, “Mmmm,” I was dying to let out.
He stared at me, hypnotized, as I continued to swallow every drop of cum, like an actress in those porn movies I’d watched. Giving him a mischievous smile, I leaned closer to him and cleaned up his cock, too, making sure not to miss any droplets.
“God, Livia,” he panted.
I gasped as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a deep kiss. We should have worried about someone waking up and noticing our forbidden moment of passion, but neither he nor I cared about it.
My mind spun as we made out, and while our tongues danced together, my heart swelled and mewled things she wasn’t allowed to. It was probably the heat of the moment, or maybe the risk, or how taboo and forbidden this had been. Yeah, I was going to blame it on that and ignore whatever feelings tried to surge to the surface.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he murmured against my lips. “I never thought you could be such a crazy, insatiable little whore. I bet you drove so many men crazy. Those bastards had been so fucking lucky to have you.”
I bit my lower lip, a flush of heat rushing to my neck and face. My confidence vanished for a moment, and at the same time, it increased, creating a confusing mix of emotions inside me. He didn’t realize it was my first time? That was good, right? It was so good! But also, what might he have thought about me?
“Actually ...” I started, swallowing hard. “Yesterday was my first time. I mean, I used toys, but you were the first who ... you know...”
His jaw dropped. Literally. Bryce gave me a quizzical look while his pupils dilated, arousal darkening his gaze.
“I’m the only man you fucked? The only one you did anything with?”
I could feel my cheeks burning. I nodded.
My heart skipped a beat as he pulled me into another kiss. It was more possessive, primal, and rougher than any of the ones before, and my body thrummed with energy as his tongue dominated mine.
I responded the same, molding myself against him, allowing myself to be, at least for a few moments, completely his. And while I savored the sweetness of his lips, my heart once again purred and whispered something I wasn’t allowed to even think about.