Chapter 16 #2
“How about…” Olive trailed off, and made a scissoring gesture with her hands.
The speed at which Charlie left the bed and stripped themselves of the strap made Olive laugh, and Charlie was giggling a little when they rejoined Olive on the bed.
Olive was sitting back against the headboard, her body glowing with sweat and the warmth of someone who had received a good orgasm.
Charlie felt proud to be the person that had brought that out in her, but the feelings were interrupted by the throbbing need aching through them.
“Come sit,” Olive said, spreading her legs wide.
Charlie tried to think of a sassy retort, or a sexy phrase, but as they lowered herself onto Olive’s lap, they could think of nothing but how good it felt to be this close to her. They shifted back for a moment, already overwhelmed.
“Are you sure this is for you, and not for me?” Charlie asked.
“Make me come first, and then you can do whatever you want,” Olive responded.
Charlie bit their lip as they touched their heat to Olive’s, not wanting to be the first one to break and disobey her orders.
Olive moved against Charlie, rolling her hips and thrusting gently. Every touch was pure torture, and Charlie was breathing slowly, trying to calm down.
“Oh darling, you really love this, don’t you?” Olive asked as if she couldn’t see how badly Charlie was being affected.
Charlie could only nod, averting their eyes. If they looked at her now, they wouldn’t be able to last another few minutes.
Olive wasn’t having any of it.
“Look at me, darling. I want to stare at you as I come. Please?” Her voice turned sweet, and Charlie had no choice but to obey the command, nearly cursing as they did.
“Good boy,” Olive said, and Charlie moaned, leaning forward to place their forehead on her shoulder.
“Don’t say that to me now, I can’t take it,” Charlie whispered. They continued to move against Olive, praying that she would break soon.
“But you’re so sexy when you come. Don’t you want to disobey? Find out what happens when you don’t listen?”
“If this is a reward, I don’t want to find out what you have planned for a punishment,” Charlie admitted, surprised at their own honesty.
Olive laughed and shook her head. “Alright, I’ll let you go off easy.”
She stopped and shifted backwards slightly, grabbing Charlie’s hand.
She led it to her pussy and Charlie revelled in the feel of her familiar wetness, their hand already easily working itself inside her.
Olive arched against Charlie’s hand, moving in time to her own desires.
She held on to Charlie’s forearm, using it for leverage.
“Yes, baby, thank you,” Charlie said as she felt another orgasm shudder through Olive, the woman beautifully grinding herself against her.
When she was done, Olive lifted Charlie’s hand to their mouth.
“Now eat,” Olive commanded, to which Charlie eagerly complied. They loved Olive’s taste, and made no secret of it as they licked each finger until it was clean.
Before they could even suggest anything else, Olive lightly pushed Charlie, crawling on top of her.
“Would you like to come now, darling?”
Without waiting for a response, Olive had a hand on Charlie’s throat and another in their pussy.
Charlie had never felt so turned on and seen in equal measure, and it didn’t take long for them to finally, finally come.
They didn’t even feel embarrassed at how fast it was; Olive was all too aware of how much she had revved them up with every command earlier.
When they finally came down from their high, Olive collapsed on the bed next to them.
“The service staff is going to throw a tantrum when they see how ruined the sheets are,” she said, and laughed.
“I’m sure they’ve seen it all before,” Charlie said.
They had a ridiculous smile on their face, but they couldn’t stop it. They were utterly smitten with her, and anything she did could only be looked at that way.
“Remind me to bring my waterproof blanket on the next trip,” Olive said.
“Sure,” Charlie responded, trying to ignore the way their heart beat quicker with the words. Next trip, next trip, next trip, echoing all around their brain.
“Now you can shower,” Olive said. It was a reference to something Charlie had said earlier, but had quickly forgotten about.
How could they when Olive just took them on the best roller coaster of their life?
Olive stood and Charlie slowly followed, wondering how the woman was even able to stand after all they had done.
In the shower, Charlie gently lathered Olive, making sure to treasure each body part and mark. They kissed the inside of her legs, not for the eroticism of it, but for the pure demonstration that each part of Olive was worth treasuring, and this part of her most of all.
Olive returned the favour, and they gently cleaned each other off, kissing lightly as they did. It was sweet and calm, the opposite of what Charlie was used to in every other part of their life. When they stepped out of the shower, Olive handed them a fresh robe, and she put one on as well.
Back in the bedroom, Olive stripped the sheets and dug around in the hotel closet for a fresh duvet sheet, which she laid on top of the exposed mattress.
Charlie still couldn’t believe that they had won the gold medal game, and that they were now here with the one person they wanted to be near the most. It was mind-boggling, in the best way.
“It will have to do,” Olive said, lying back down.
“Why don’t I get us a new room?” Charlie asked, laying down next to her.
“With what money? I read that national athletes don’t really get paid,” Olive stated.
God, Charlie loved that she had looked that up. She laughed.
“I’ll have earned at least a small bonus. I was on the winning team, and we won gold.”
“That’s nice at least. I watched the ceremony, everyone looked so fabulous. There were a lot of you, though. I don’t think I realized that.”
“Yep, twenty-three players.”
“Oh my God. How do you remember all their names?”
“I don’t,” Charlie admitted, which made them both laugh. Now facing each other, Charlie could take a moment to appreciate how nice this was. Just to be in Olive’s company.
Olive turned towards her, placing her hands under her head as a makeshift pillow, and Charlie reached out and grabbed one.
“Are you sick of me after nearly two weeks?” Charlie asked, hoping it came out cute and not as anxious as it felt.
“Not yet,” Olive said. It was a response that Charlie had come to expect from her, but she still found herself slightly disappointed.
“What’s wrong?” Olive asked, smoothing down the wrinkle on Charlie’s forehead. They hadn’t even realized they were furrowing their brow.
“Nothing…” They were going to let the situation go unresolved, but they realized they owed it to themself to be more honest. With the gold medal burning a hole in their tote, it was clear that their trip was coming to an end, and they’d be back in Canada all too soon.
Olive seemed to recognize that Charlie was struggling with what to say, because she kept rubbing their face gently, waiting for them to continue. Charlie was both touched and annoyed that they were so easily readable to her now.
“I was wondering… well, I was hoping… I was thinking we could hang out when we’re both back in Toronto.”
“Sure,” Olive said. She said it with the same nonchalance she had used earlier, and Charlie wasn’t sure whether to be upset or relieved.
“I know you’re probably not in a place where you want to commit to someone.
Especially me, who may have to move around and travel and God knows what else with my career, but I think it’d be nice.
To give this a try. If you want to…” Charlie forced themself to stop talking before they embarrassed herself any further.
The last time they had laid out their heart like this to Olive, it hadn’t quite gone this way.
“I do want to, but I can’t promise you what you want yet,” Olive said. She had an apologetic look on her face, and Charlie hated that they were some part of it. “But you’re the only one I’ll be hanging out with like this, if that helps.”
“That’s more than enough,” Charlie responded, and meant it.
And with the smile on Olive’s face, Charlie knew it was clear that Olive meant her part too.