Chapter 4
“And what am I supposed to do now?” I asked, my voice dropping.
We were at the Olympic Village, and I’d just been informed there had been a problem with the villa I’d been assigned to—some kind of flooding or something like that—and I no longer had a room.
“Well, until we solve the problem, you could try finding a room at one of the nearby hotels. Maybe one of them isn’t completely filled,” the woman told us again.
“You know as well as we do that all of them are booked during the event,” Bryce said, visibly annoyed. “The closest we might find that’s empty is a few hours’ drive away, and I’m not going to stress Livia out with traveling every day so much.”
“I know, and trust me, we’re trying to fix things, but right now, at least for a few days, this is the best we can do. There were many spaces affected, and we already moved other athletes into the same rooms, so right now, all are filled at the max.”
I could tell the woman felt as bad as we did, and I knew it wasn’t her fault. Shit happens. And yet, I knew that having to spend a few hours on the road every day was going to wear me out even before the competition actually started.
“Maybe...” Bryce started, glancing at me. “The hotel room I rented is closer. You can stay there, and I’ll find something else. This way, we can be sure you’ll get enough rest, and that’s all that matters.”
“Why don’t we stay together?” I blurted, before thinking twice. “At least until the room problem is solved,” I added quickly as I noticed the look the woman gave us.
Suddenly, my inner slut was perfectly fine with the accommodation disaster. If that meant I had the chance to spend the same room—and bed—with Bryce, they could not even fix it before we left.
Bryce looked at me, and despite his poker face, I could tell he enjoyed the idea as much as I did. It was clear in the glimmer of naughtiness in his eyes and the subtle way the corner of his lips curled, making his smile lines more pronounced.
"That might work for a while," he said, using that authoritative, calm, stern coach voice of his.
The one that always made me tingle with need.
The woman nodded and agreed with the suggestion, probably relieved not to have us throwing a tantrum and wasting her time any longer. I didn’t blame her, given the craziness around the Olympics, and how hard it was to organize such an event while dealing with all kinds of people.
One of my best friends, Alma, was involved in organizing sports competitions all over the world, and I knew from her how difficult it was sometimes to make sure everything went right when there were so many things out of your control.
I happily followed Bryce and the woman, who had called us a ride to the hotel. My inner slut would’ve loved to be alone with him in the car, but given that I knew I was soon going to have him all to myself in the room, I stayed put.
Time flew as we drove to the nearby hotel. My mind reeled, playing lewder and lewder images in my head, but I managed to act like a professional skater and not like a needy slut, even if all I wanted was to beg Bryce to let me give him road head. So, fuck yes, I could tell I’d been a good girl.
Well, at least until we were inside, given that as soon as the door closed, I threw myself at him.
“Livia,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me into him as we made out. “You know we have to be careful. There are too many people around. They might hear us,” he told me between peppering kisses all over my face.
“Yeah, yeah, I am,” I said, caressing his shoulders and chest.
Without ungluing my lips from his, I skimmed my palms between us until I reached his crotch. Quickly unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants, I pushed the fabric down. Bryce moaned my name as I lowered myself, peeling off his boxers at the same time.
“Fuck,” he gasped as I dropped myself onto my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock.
Okay, I’d never given someone a blowjob before, but I knew the general things about it, and most importantly, I knew Bryce. It shouldn’t be so hard.
I’m sure I can satisfy him!
I glanced at him while stroking his cock, gauging his reaction. He was looking at me through hooded eyes, and the raw hunger in them had me squeezing my thighs together. Fuck, I was so turned on, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Energy thrummed along my body as I started to lick his cock. He was delicious, a perfectly balanced mix of salty and sweet. I moaned, remembering the tangy taste of his cum, and I hoped he was going to come inside my mouth this time.
“Livia,” he moaned, caressing my hair.
Bryce leaned against the door as I continued my lewd task. He jerked and shuddered with every lick, and I smiled as I found a sensitive point right under the mushroom head that made him let out the hottest groans ever.
“You’re amazing,” he panted. “Such a good girl.”
Oh, fuck!
Sparks of ecstasy rushed to my clit, and the need to come increased, my orgasm threatening to consume me. How the hell was he pushing me so close to the edge without even making an effort? And what the hell should I do to have him calling me a good girl again?
That was so hot!
The more I licked and kissed his shaft, the bigger the wetness between my thighs grew. I looked up at him while wrapping my lips over the tip of his cock and sucked on it.
“Oh, God!” he gasped.
Bryce collected my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and I moaned as he used it to guide me. Allowing him to take control, I happily moaned around his shaft as he pushed deeper inside my mouth.
“You’re such a perfect fucktoy. So desperate and horny. Show me how wet you are for me.”
It was as if he was making my brain melt with each word he spoke. Purring, I slid my hand inside my panties and glided my fingers between my soaked folds. Bryce groaned as I showed him my glistening digits.
“Good girl,” he growled, summoning new electric currents inside my core. “Make yourself come. I want to see you touching yourself while I use this pretty, sweet mouth of yours.”
His command short-circuited my mind, and more waves of pleasure washed over me. He tensed as I moaned in approval, and I assumed he enjoyed the vibrations of my neck. While eagerly welcoming him deeper down my throat, I obeyed his lewd order and started to rub my clit.
Damn, this was so hot, and I felt like the ultimate whore. Saliva dripped down my chin, and as Bryce pushed more and more of his length inside my mouth, I coughed and gagged.
“Breathe through your nose, little whore,” he told me.
Fuck, he used that voice again, as when he instructed me on the ice. My inner slut buzzed and grinned as I did what he’d asked me to. Pleasure coursed through me from head to toe as he started to fuck my face in quicker, rougher thrusts.
“You’re so good, your mouth is amazing!”
His praise thrilled me. I moved my fingers faster, mimicking his pace. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and based on the way he trembled, I could tell all my gagging and gurgling was turning him on.
Bryce turned me into a quivering mess with each new thrust. My orgasm built fast, in layers, euphoria spiking through me at each swirl of my fingers. His cock throbbed, and I hoped he was going to unload his seed down my throat.
He bit his lower lip while using me rougher, and I could tell he was trying to control his groans. That reminded me there were people arriving at the hotel, and anyone might hear us. Shame, lust, and the thrill of fear, of being caught, mingled within me, arousing me like crazy.
His shaft muffled the loud cries of bliss that threatened to rip me apart. Bryce buried my face into his pubic hair every time he dove deep down my throat. I felt myself succumbing to the mindset of being a fucktoy, used for his pleasure, and my pussy ached in delight.
“Fuck!” he growled, swelling in my mouth.
His tasty hotness threw me into the arms of my release, too. While he spurted rope after rope down my throat, feeding me his cum, I convulsed and quivered, ripples of joy traveling through me relentlessly.
We were both panting and trembling while the aftershock continued coursing through both of us, and as I hungrily swallowed every ounce of his seed, I felt my mind shutting down. God, it was as if he had rendered me senseless with pleasure and unable to focus on anything else but how filthy and good this had been.
And how I wanted so much more of this, of him.
He slowly pulled out and caressed my hair. Licking my lips, I looked at him, feeling like a pampered pet. His pet. Damn, that tingled things deep inside me.
“Good girl,” he murmured as I started to clean him up.
Lazily licking his shaft, making sure not to miss one single droplet, I basked in his sensual, comforting caresses and his filthy and sweet praises. And while doing that, I heard again my heart mewling.
Oh, fuck ... it’s really true. I want more. So much more. Not just of him, but of us. Of this ... thing between us ... God, what the hell? Am I falling in love with him?