Chapter 5
A few weeks later
I stretched, purring as I felt him hug me tighter. My body ached with desire as Bryce moved his palm along my back and rested it on my ass. I could feel his hot breath stirring against my face as he placed a kiss on my forehead.
The last few days, since we’d arrived here, things had been chaotic and heavenly blissful at the same time. And sinfully dirty, too. Bryce had worked me up in more than one way, pushing me to my limit during training and then pampering and fucking the hell out of me during the night.
It was perfect, and I wanted this to never end. Damn, it was as if I was intoxicated, completely addicted to him, and barely able to keep my hands off him while in public.
But somewhere deep down, I knew things weren’t exactly right. I wanted to believe it was lust and maybe blame my desire for him on the physical attraction, but the truth was that the more time I spent with him, the more I realized it wasn’t just that.
I’d tried to deny it, to convince myself that it wasn’t real, but I knew the truth. I was completely in love with him.
And if that wasn’t enough, he’d refused to talk about the future. Every time I’d tried opening the topic of his retirement or what we both wanted from us, he shut me down and told me to focus on the competition.
I’d managed to pull from him the promise of talking after the final event. That was tomorrow. I wasn’t sure if I was more stressed about my choreography and the competition or the talk with him.
What if he tells me he feels nothing more? What if he only wanted to have some fun with me and laughs when he realizes I fell in love with him?
That didn’t seem like him, yet, despite my usual confidence, I was afraid. I had no idea what I was going to do if he threw me away. Were we going to continue working together if I told him I loved him and he pushed me away? Would I even be able to do that? Would he want that? And damn ... what about that stupid plan to retire?
“Are you thinking about tomorrow?” he asked me. “You don’t have to stress about it. Your routine is perfect. I’m sure you’re going to take the gold.”
I smiled at the assurance in his voice. I liked knowing he trusted my skills, and I knew Bryce wasn’t the kind of coach who sugarcoated the truth. If he thought I could win the gold medal, then I really could.
But that wasn’t the only thing worrying me, and I was sure he knew it and was deliberately ignoring it. I could almost hear him saying, “Focus on the Olympics. We have time for everything later.”
And yet, I didn’t want to wait for later. I wanted to know what he felt. I wanted him. I wanted to scream that I loved him and didn’t care about the rules or whatever.
Instead of doing that, I gave him a half-truth, whispering, “Yeah. Tomorrow kind of scares me.”
“Tomorrow, you’re going to show everyone the star you are. Trust me, that medal is yours, Livia.”
I smiled as he pressed another kiss on my forehead. We were both completely naked, and feeling his sculpted body against mine was causing liquid fire to travel along my veins.
“About tomorrow ... and us ... Bryce ... I ...”
“Later,” he said softly, yet clearly enough to let me know I had no chance of pushing the subject. “I promise you that after the singles, we’ll talk about this. About us and what we should do.”
I knew what I wanted us to do, and yet, as he said those words, I couldn’t help but ask myself if he was thinking about a way to let me down slowly. Was he avoiding the topic because he was afraid I would be too devastated before the singles and mess up my choreography?
“Livia.”
I looked at him.
“You worked too much to let anything ruin your chances for the gold. Please, trust me. I promise you, tomorrow we’ll talk about everything. Now, focus on the Olympics. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Don’t waste it.”
“I’m not...”
But that doesn’t change how much I want you. Or the fact that I’m completely in love with you.
“Good girl,” he whispered and placed another soft kiss on my hair, making me smile.
I searched for his lips, moaning as they met mine. Making out slowly, I buried my feelings and fears deep inside me. If he promised we were going to talk tomorrow, I knew he would keep his word. He’d never lied before.
It annoyed the hell out of me not to tell him what I felt right now, but maybe it was better this way. After all, this gave me the chance to enjoy some more time with him before he might tell me he wasn’t interested in anything more than some dirty fun.
My mind whirled with filthy desires as Bryce slowly pushed me onto my back. I ran my hand through his hair as he buried his face in my neck and kissed me there. With every soft, fervent touch of his lips, I felt myself drowning in blissful euphoria. Everything around me ceased to exist. Everything but him.
“Bryce,” I mewled, squirming as he traveled lower.
I arched my back and shivered as he cupped my tits and massaged them. My lover—God, when the hell had I started thinking about him like this?—wrapped his mouth around one nipple, sucking on it for a few seconds before releasing it and doing the same to the other.
The room spun around me as more and more sensual sensations flooded my system. Since we’d arrived here, Bryce had fucked the living soul out of me every day, leaving me craving even more of him each time.
Sometimes he’d hammered into me, plowing me with abandon right on the floor as if I were some sort of cheap whore. Every time it had been so damn hard to muffle the screams of bliss I’d let out.
We’d tried to be as careful as possible, but at one point, when we’d heard footsteps and voices right outside the door while he was balls-deep inside me, we’d both thought we were doomed.
And yet, the adrenaline and the risk had only made me come right then and there.
Thankfully, I’d managed to bury my face in his chest just in time, and the people passing by had been too lost in their conversation to notice anything, so we’d been safe. But damn, that had been close as fuck, and had thrilled both of us into oblivion.
Other times, he had done exactly this, worshiping every inch of my body as if I were a goddess of sex, turning me into a mewling, buzzing ball of need until I shamelessly begged for his cock.
And each time, I’d fallen more and more in love with him. God, he was perfect for me. Dominant and sweet at the same time, giving me what I craved and needed.
Except for what I wanted the most. His love.
That wasn’t going to stop me from taking everything he might want to offer me, though.
Tomorrow, he might throw me away. He might tell me he doesn’t feel anything more than physical attraction. He might tell me he no longer wants us working together because it complicates things.
It didn’t matter.
For now, he was mine.
I moaned as my lover continued placing kisses on my skin, crawling up and down my body. I smiled as he lavished attention on every bit of me—my tits, my wrists, my stomach, my thighs, my knees, my hips. I felt like the hottest woman alive, and I had to remind myself there were other people in the hotel and I should keep the volume low.
Not that Bryce’s ministrations helped with that.
Fuck, I wanted to scream my bliss so loud that everyone would hear. Bryce had repeated to me over and over again, like some broken record, that it was important for us to keep this a secret, that it would affect my career. I knew that, and I didn’t want to ruin his reputation. But fuck me if I didn’t want to share with him and the entire world what I felt.
“Oh, God,” I gasped as he reached the burning point between my legs.
I felt a sudden dampness in my core as he buried his face between my thighs and unleashed himself on me. He had devoured me like this multiple times, and I could still remember the fear that had claimed me the first time he had done it. I’d been so worried about how I might taste or smell, or if he enjoyed me.
Yet, his satisfied growls and moans had skyrocketed my confidence and bliss. Exactly like now.
My lover let out greedy groans of joy as he ate me out. The mix of licks, sucks, and kisses was maddeningly arousing, and it slowly nudged me toward the peak. My heart raced. I clenched the bedsheets, bucking my hips against him.
The feeling of his beard against my sensitive skin turned me on like hell, and I could feel new layers being added to the building orgasm within my core with each delighted slurp he let out.
He changed his focus from my clit to my pussy lips, the mix of erotic sensations creating burning pleasure deep within me. It was wonderful, and I had to bite my lower lip in my attempts to not scream my passion.
“You’re delicious,” he growled.
My mind wandered, imagining myself with him. In public. Without hiding, worrying, or ... not knowing what he actually felt. Without thinking that he might push me away. Just being his and having him as mine.
Electricity crackled through me as he sent more and more spasms of pleasure through my core. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and I could smell my desire. I moved my head from one side to the other, and as I inhaled deeply, I detected the blend between the forest notes of his cologne and the fresh, oceanic ones of the bedsheets.
In the last few weeks, for me, this scent meant him. Us.
Excitement coiled low in my belly as he continued to eat me out, feasting on me as if I were the best dessert he had ever tasted. He pinned me wide open for him, growling as he hungrily moved his tongue between my folds.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I gasped, my hips jumping off the mattress in my desperate attempt to have more of him.
Each lick ignited me, and I had to use all my willpower to silence my cries of joy as the orgasm rumbled through me. Stars played in front of my eyes as he continued his sensual assault on my pussy, heightening me as much as possible in the realm of ecstasy.
“Fuck! Bryce!” I mewled.
My lover continued feasting on me until I finally stopped trembling. I was breathless, whimpering and humming, still half-lost in the haze of pleasure when he shifted. The mattress dipped as he mounted me, and my mind exploded in a billion shards of rapture as he guided himself inside my willing pussy.
“Oh, God! Yes!”
I desperately pawed at his arms, pulling him on top of me. My insides melted when he obeyed, the heat of his body covering me. I wrapped myself around him as he started to thrust.
Bryce hugged my body, squeezing me into him as he slowly rocked his hips. Damn, I was never going to stop being impressed by how he could control each one of his muscles better than men half his age.
I was so sensitive that I could feel every crevice and vein on his cock. He throbbed inside me, and the erotic rhythm in which he moved, claiming me with lazy, long strokes, made me succumb to blissful submission and forget about anything else but our forbidden pleasure.
I moaned as he kissed me, our bodies pressed so close together that I no longer knew where he ended and where I began. A flutter of pleasure spasmed in my lower belly as he teased my G-spot.
“Livia,” he murmured against my lips.
I hugged his biceps and mirrored his movements, meeting each of them with one of my own. A thrill of fear zinged through me as he gently glided in and out of my pussy while kissing me and whispering my name.
It wasn’t lust. At least, not only lust. As if I needed any more confirmation, we were making love, and everything felt so natural and right that I didn’t care how wrong and risky it might be.
And while I basked in the illicit moment of rapture, I realized I truly didn’t care. Everyone in the world could have known I was in love with him, and I would have eagerly confirmed it. What could they do, ban me from competing? Fuck them. I could deal with it.
I loved him. It was the truth.
But he doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want a love story. Or maybe ... maybe he’s just trying to find the best solution. It’s not just my wishful thinking, right?
All my rational thoughts dissipated as he picked up speed, his cock swelling and twitching. I knew he was close, and I felt myself flying toward the edge in the same rhythm as him. Heat grabbed hold of my core as the orgasm that had peaked within me erupted and spread through my body in bone-tingling shockwaves.
“Fuck! Bryce! Fuck!” I cried out, digging my nails into his back and scratching him.
He quickly silenced my scream of bliss with a possessive kiss that curled my toes. His thrusts became more erratic, and the pulsations of his cock crashed against the aftershocks traveling through me.
The world turned white as he exploded inside my pussy, filling me up with his melted pleasure. Once he spurted the last streams, my lover let himself collapse on top of me. I hugged him tightly, keeping him as close as possible.
My heart begged me to tell him what I felt, to not wait one more day. And yet, I was afraid. What if he ran away? What if I lost him? At least this way, I had a few more moments together, no matter what was going to happen tomorrow.
“Livia,” he murmured, brushing his lips to mine. “I...”
He fixed me with those intense eyes of his, but before I could even try to decipher anything from the mix of emotions shining in them, he kissed me again.