Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
OLIVE
Olive probably should’ve paid more attention to where Charlie was leading her, but with her warm hand in hers and Charlie’s assured walk through the area, Olive had blissfully checked out the part of the brain that told her to be on alert.
It was not a feeling she had often, and it reminded her of the intense concentration she’d felt watching the game.
She liked it. Perhaps too much.
When she’d gotten so used to living inside her own head, operating on 110% at all times, the moments where she could “check out” were few and far in between.
This moment now, walking hand-in-hand with one of the most attractive women, no, people, that Olive had ever seen, she was in pure heaven.
The promise of what was to come in Charlie’s room was not lost on her—and she was hoping to enjoy some even more heavenly scenes tonight.
The elevator ride to Charlie’s floor was silent, as Charlie ducked her head when a few other athletes entered the elevator. Olive had no clue who they were or for what sport, but they had Danish flags on their clothes. Olive only politely smiled and let them get back to their conversation.
When the elevator arrived on the fourteenth floor, Charlie led her out and Olive smiled again to the Danish competitors.
“That was close,” Charlie said.
“Hmm?”
“That was Team Demark for women’s hockey. They may have recognized me.”
Olive shrugged, not entirely sure what Charlie was so worried about.
Was it really such a bad thing to be seen with someone during the games?
Surely lots of players brought people back?
Olive had heard that hockey players were notorious for hooking up with their fans, the specific nickname for such fans lost on her in the moment.
Charlie didn’t elaborate further, and the mood was a little more tense when they got to her room. Olive was imagining an immediate cut to the action when they arrived, but Charlie still seemed a little off and the mood wasn’t quite right.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Olive finally asked, as Charlie crossed the room and placed her light jacket and hat on the table.
Now that Charlie had removed her hat, her hair was stuck in that awkward hat shape, and it would’ve been adorable if she did not seem so agitated.
Charlie looked back at Olive and sighed. “Sorry, I’m being so weird.”
“A little,” Olive responded truthfully. She walked over to her side of the room and set her jacket on top of Charlie’s.
“I should shower,” Charlie finally said, avoiding Olive’s earlier question. “I’m all sweaty from the game.”
“You didn’t shower at the rink?”
“Didn’t want to. I had more important things to do,” Charlie said, now back in her flirting mode.
If Charlie did not want to talk about it, Olive would not force her to. She didn’t come there just to chat, anyway.
“More important than being clean?” Olive stepped closer. Charlie wrapped her arms around Olive’s waist and pulled her in.
“Way more important,” Charlie said, and leaned down to kiss Olive.
Her kisses were soft and gentle, and Olive let herself go pliant in her arms. Though Olive had wanted to be here, she could tell that Charlie needed this.
And when a woman was willing to lose herself in Olive, she was more than willing to provide.
Charlie pulled away just as Olive pushed her hands underneath her top. “I should really shower,” Charlie said.
Charlie’s eyes had that glassy look to them that Olive was starting to enjoy, and she was breathing hard. It was so sexy to see on a professional athlete, especially now that Olive understood just exactly how intense her job was.
“I can help?” Olive offered, stepping back and removing her black hoodie for emphasis.
Charlie kissed her again and helped Olive undress, before stepping back to undress herself.
In the afternoon light, she was just as every bit beautiful as Olive remembered her to be.
Olive moved closer to Charlie again, hoping to continue their kissing, but Charlie grabbed her hand instead, leading them to the bathroom.
The bathroom was smaller than the one in Olive’s hotel room, but Olive quickly forgot all about observation as Charlie kissed her, then scooped her into her arms. The movement broke their kiss, and Olive curled her legs around Charlie’s stomach, hooking her arms around her neck.
The position placed Olive above Charlie, and Olive looked down to find Charlie staring at her with that reverence that she was getting too comfortable with seeing in her expression.
“You’re so strong,” Olive said, and giggled.
Olive finally kissed her then, biting her lip and sweeping her tongue. God, Charlie was delicious.
Charlie moaned against her mouth and pulled away. She walked them over to the shower, using one arm to open the door. God, she really is so strong.
Inside the shower, Charlie set Olive down gently and fiddled with the knobs. Olive squeaked as cold water hit her, but Charlie had blocked most of it with her back. And so considerate.
When the water had warmed up some, Charlie moved closer to Olive, gently pushing her back against the wall. Olive looked up in her eyes as Charlie placed a hand on the wall behind her, caging her in.
“Thank you for coming to cheer me on today. It really meant a lot to me,” Charlie said, her voice softening. Of all the things she could’ve said, Olive was not expecting a heartfelt thank you.
“Of course. You were amazing,” Olive said.
Charlie used her free hand to caress Olive’s face, wiping at the water dripping down.
“Thank you,” Charlie whispered. Though Olive had seen quite a few looks on her face, this one felt new.
Intimate. Sweeter than she had seen before.
Olive’s heart started racing, consumed by thoughts of what it meant.
She did not want to acknowledge it quite yet, so she decided to distract them both.
“Would you like a reward?” Olive asked.
“What did you have in mind?”
Olive spread her legs wide, glancing down then back up at her. “I think you’d like to eat, wouldn’t you?”
Charlie’s eyes widened, and she nodded once before kissing Olive. She took her time with her kisses, slowly working down Olive’s body until she was on her knees, kissing her stomach, then her thighs.
“Lift this leg for me, baby,” she said as she kissed Olive’s left thigh. Olive did as instructed, and she placed it on her shoulder, opening herself wider for her.
Olive watched as Charlie took in her eager wetness, then back up at her face.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Charlie said, before finally licking Olive where she wanted it most.
“This view isn’t so bad either,” Olive quipped back.
Olive leaned back against the wall as Charlie pressed in, using her tongue and then her hand to bring her close to the release she craved.
Olive moaned when Charlie sucked on her clit, and Charlie returned it in kind.
“You’re so good at this,” Olive said. It was taking her considerable effort not to move her hips against Charlie’s face, but Olive held back.
Not only because she wanted her to work for it, but because she didn’t want to come quite yet.
Olive wanted to be here as long as possible, having this gorgeous woman feast on her.
The encouragement seemed to have done its trick, as Charlie increased her pace, pushing Olive closer to the brink of release.
When Olive came, stars danced behind her vision, and she was giddy on the peaceful bliss that came with it.
When it ended, Charlie gently placed her leg back on the ground, and stood, kissing Olive fervently.
“I really liked that reward,” Charlie finally said when Olive eked a moan out of her.
“Me too,” Olive said.
Olive reached for her again and they continued kissing, as Olive savoured the way Charlie melted in her arms. She seemed more relaxed now, as if all her earlier worries had faded. Olive gently led her backward, turning them around so it was now Charlie who was leaning against the wall.
“Would you like another reward?” Olive asked.
She nodded vigorously and Olive giggled. It was hard not to find her adorable in these moments, so ready and eager for whatever she had planned.
Olive’s hands worked down her body, caressing her strong abdomen muscles and the waist that any person would kill for. Olive continued kissing her as her hands reached her cunt, and she was delighted to find it soaked.
“Wow, you really liked your meal, didn’t you?” Olive asked as she pulled away from Charlie. Olive watched her face as she slipped a finger inside her.
“So much,” Charlie said as she leaned her head back. Olive added a second finger, kissing her exposed neck. Olive changed the angle of her hand so she tapped her clit as she moved, and Charlie closed her eyes.
“Eyes down here,” Olive said.
Charlie obeyed and looked down at her. Olive smiled wickedly as she worked against Charlie, revelling in the feel of Charlie starting to move her hips.
“Good girls deserve to come. Wouldn’t you like to?” Olive asked.
“I really would,” Charlie said.
“Then come for me, darling, let me see it.”
Charlie moaned at the words, and Olive increased her pace as Charlie matched it with her hips. The shower was filled with the sounds of them against each other, and Charlie soon came, her whines like music to Olive’s ears.
When Charlie had fully relaxed, Olive used the shower water to clean her hand before kissing her gently again. These kisses were soft, unhurried, and Olive pulled away a minute later.
“I could get used to this,” Olive admitted.
“Shower fucking?” Charlie asked.
“Yes,” Olive responded. She did not want to make the admission, now scared by what she really was going to say.
Charlie seemed to have sensed it.
“It’s okay to want things,” Charlie said hesitantly.
“I know that.”
Charlie reached out to caress her face as she had earlier. “Is it so wrong to want this? With me?”
“It’s not wrong.” Olive struggled to find the right way to phrase it.
It wasn’t about Charlie, it was about Olive.
She had too many responsibilities at home.
A family dependent on her. A career she did not want to lose; one that afforded her with very little free time, and even less time to have any sort of meaningful relationship.
Olive exhaled, stopping her thought spiral.
It wasn’t as if Charlie had said that she wanted a relationship, but hockey players looking just for someone to fuck did not look at you the way Charlie was looking at her.
Olive eventually settled on, “I don’t have time to get involved with someone right now. ”
“It seems like you’ve had plenty of time,” Charlie countered back, her words not feeling like the argument it could be. Her tone was resigned.
“I’m on vacation,” Olive finally said.
“Okay, then I can be your vacation fling. You can at least want that, right?”
Olive nodded, though the logical part of her was telling her to step away, to pull the plug on this before it got any more messy.
She was trying hard to ignore her heart, which was telling her to agree to more.
To agree on a plan of action in their home country.
On a plan to be there at more games, in the jersey Charlie had wanted to give her.
Olive silenced her brain with another kiss, and Charlie was more than happy to let her take charge again.
After, they cleaned up and threw on the flimsy hotel robes before laying down on Charlie’s tiny twin bed.
It was dark outside, and Charlie curled up in Olive’s arms. Despite their somewhat tense conversation earlier, Olive was fully relaxed.
Multiple orgasms would do that to anyone, she supposed.
She didn’t know why she was making it so difficult for herself. It was likely a defense mechanism, a push to keep everyone at bay. She was so used to running on 100% at all times that she didn’t know how to let anyone in, not in a meaningful way.
It was probably why the Natalia broke up with her. The ex had wanted more, but Olive was never ready for it, she could not promise her anything other than the occasional date. This trip was meant to be a chance for them to reconnect and go further… and look where it landed Olive.
She looked down at Charlie, who was now peacefully asleep, and she exhaled slowly. It wasn’t a bad place to be, but Olive still wasn’t quite sure if this was a potential disaster, destined for implosion any day now.