Katharina
We hold hands as we leave the party, walking in silence. Our hotel is near, a little perk of being a part of the home nation. But still it feels too far.
We face the open door with a lobby full of people we need to cross.
I turn to look at him and notice his hard cock trying to burst out of the tuxedo pants.
I smile. I love the effect I have on him.
He drags me aside, pinning me to the wall, pushing his sculpted body against mine.
Our mouths collide, one of his hands tangled in my hair, pushing my head closer to him, the other still grasping my wrist as if scared I might flee at any moment.
I can feel his erection nudging my crotch, and the heat between my legs answers his call. He traces his lips along my neck, and I moan loud as his nose nuzzles my ear and his hot breath warms my skin.
“We cannot be here,” I whisper. “Someone will see us.”
“I know,” he says, his voice raspy. “But I can′t wait. I won′t.”
His hands run up my thighs, and he groans as his fingers touch my garters.
I guess he did not know about those.
“You′re impossible, Kat,” he whispers, grasping my bare ass. “I want to fuck you so much my balls hurt.”
He slides his hand between my thighs and cups my pussy with his palm. The gesture is so possessive that I bite his shoulder to stifle the moan.
“Thomas, we have to hide somewhere,” I say, panic reaching my voice, because he slides one finger in my cunt and drives the wetness in and out. A moment longer, I won′t know where I am, won′t care who can see us.
I gather the last remaining shred of will, stand tall, and stop his hand.
He looks at me, breathing fast, and finally nods.
I look around and notice the dark window of the ski room.
“It seems the techs are celebrating,” I imply.
“They are,” he says, adjusting my skirt. “I saw the team at the party. Good idea. Let′s go.”
He takes my hand and walks fast towards the small side door leading to the basement, making me run in my high heels.
“Keep up,” he calls, but squeezes my hand and slows down a bit.
“I don′t think I can,” I gasp as I stumble.
“Then you should have worn your panties,” he says, but stops.
Then he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, carrying me the rest of the way.
Opening the door, he puts me on the ground and takes the few steps down in a few strides.
I flick the light on, and before I can turn around, I am pressed against the wall, his hard cock sinking into my bum.
“God, I want to fuck you,” he gasps and pulls my skirt up to squeeze my bare buttocks, and I moan aloud.
He kicks the door closed and smiles like a vulture.
“You can safely scream here, Kat; nobody is going to hear.”
***
Thomas
The ski room is dark, even with the light on. There is a bench and a wall. Nothing else to lie on, but the hell, like I care.
I finally have her to myself, after months of longing, replaying the one night I enjoyed her. Months of waiting for her perfect pussy, wet for my cock, her perfect pussy for me to ride.
Nothing exists now but us.
I know she wants this.
I′d love to make her beg, for all that teasing, keeping her distance, pretending she is not turned on every time we touch.
My dick is so hard it hurts.
But I have pictured this moment too long to hasten it.
I take a breath, calming my heartbeat a little. I′ve managed perfect self-control on the Streif; I can handle one needy pussy.
She's still fully dressed, and as much as I′d want to tear the little black dress apart, I won′t. I kiss the nape of her neck, brushing her ear with my lips, and enjoy how her ass squirms.
I am gentle, and it turns her on.
I trace her neck with both my hands, stroking her naked shoulders, my fingers finding the zipper and driving it down.
She shrugs the dress off, letting it fall to the ground, and she′s exposed to my gaze.
Her flawless, round ass, without the panties, framed by the garter belt and garters, highlighting her thighs.
She turns around to face me, locks her eyes with mine, and slips the bra straps off her shoulders one by one.
I watch her, mesmerized as she reaches into her left cup and takes out a condom package, handing it to me.
Then she reaches behind her back to unhook the bra.
Her perfect tits break loose, and her bra falls down.
Her look dares me to move, but pins me in place at the same time.
My fingers fumble with the fly, hands shaking a little, my hard cock sabotaging me.
She unbuttons my shirt and shoves it to the floor, tracing her fingers along the lines of my muscles, clearly enjoying the feeling as I put on the condom with trembling hands.
Control, Thomas, control.
I know she is playing a game again. Daring me to lose my shit, to own me. But two can play the game.
I pin her against the wall, palm her buttocks, and raise her up. She wraps her thighs around me, one hand holding my shoulders, the other guiding my dick inside her. The moment I feel the tip touching her entrance, I thrust in with a raucous moan.
This is it, she feels so good, root deep inside this woman is the only place I want ever to be.
She moans loud and bites my earlobe. I pull out and push inside again.
“Thomas,” she moans. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I demand, biting lightly at her neck, squeezing her buttocks tight. Her fingers clench on my arms. “Tell me what you want, Kat, and I′ll give it to you.”
I want to fuck her senseless, my balls pulsing with suppressed desire, but this moment of control, of power over her, is worth a little discipline.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, squirming her ass in my hands, squeezing her cunt around my cock, daring me to continue. My cock almost moves without my permission, but I hold my ground.
“I fear I did not hear you clear, Miss Berger; you′ll have to tell me loud and clear.”
“For fuck′s sake, Thomas, fuck me already,” she screams.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” she repeats and kisses my neck, clawing at my back, desperate to seduce me.
“Very well,” I smile with pleasure and carry her to the bench.
She spreads her legs wide, exposing her sweet pussy - glossy, wet, perfect. That look will stay with me for the rest of my life.
But I bend, guide her gently to turn around, and place her knees on the bench.
“Hold on tight,” I command. “This is going to be a hard ride.”
She bites her lip as she smiles and, for once, does as she is told.
I hold her superb ass and slowly dip the tip of my cock into her soaking entrance.
“Gosh, you are so wet for me, you are perfect,” I moan.
She squirms her ass in demand, and that does it for me.
I thrust inside her and start fucking her, driven by the primal desire I felt from the moment she entered the party tonight. Her moans turn into muffled screams of pleasure that drive me closer and closer to the edge. Well, I fear this won′t take as long as I imagined. Luckily, not just for me.
“Thomas,” she moans, and the sound tells me she′s close.
The sound and her pussy clenching around my cock.
I reach between her legs to touch her swollen clit, and that does it.
She lets out a cry, her cunt squeezes my dick as she comes apart, and with two more hard thrusts, I come to follow her into the bliss.
Crash.
As the spasms of orgasm rush through me, I bury my face into her neck and barely notice that the last thrust did it for the skis lined up against the wall.
“Shit,” I say as I watch the ruin.
***
Katharina
“Yeah,” I laugh easily. “I hope we didn′t destroy anything.”
“Well, these darlings can survive 3g, if they got hurt by two people copulating, I would not trust them in my next race.”
“But it was some copulation,” I say with a wink as he pulls out of me, and I look for my clothes on the ground.
“You came for me,” he says, his eyes a little too intent for my taste.
“Well, I think even the squirrels in the forests could hear me come,” I answer lightly.
“No, I mean at the party. You came directly for me.”
“I did,” I lock my eyes with his. “Because I meant what I said, you′re the only one I want.”
“No Bellini, then?” he asks.
“No,” I answer resolutely. “And before you ask, I did not wear the garters on the date with him. I packed them into my suitcase after Christmas, thinking about you.”
He watches me, his mouth hanging open.
“Then why…?” he starts.
“Thomas,” I rise and help him button up the shirt. “I already told you, we cannot date, we cannot do it. This is my career; I can′t be seen dating athletes, not publicly. And you… Do you want to tell me you are ready for a relationship? With the Olympics around the corner?”
He frowns. I know that look. Like I make him think about stuff he′d rather not.
“I don′t know, Kat, I just want you,” he shrugs again.
Obviously, he gave up thinking too early. It is endearing, yet a little annoying, like a cute child that will cuddle you just to avoid cleaning her room.
“And you just had me,” I answer.
“Don′t tell me, this was enough,” he says, taking one step towards me and kissing my mouth gently, his tongue tracing mine with a softness that feels like dripping honey after that mind-blowing animal sex we just had.
“No,” I answer, pushing him away just an inch. “But we need to set some rules.”
“Like what?” he raises an eyebrow. “Like, which positions are allowed? Or what condom flavour should I buy for tomorrow?”
“There will be no tomorrow,” I state flatly and head towards the fallen skis.
He follows me and helps pick them up, placing them in a perfect line against the wall.
“Right, because tomorrow I′ll be in Schladming and you'll stay for the Kitzbühel slalom. So, Monday… wait, I race on Tuesday, I cannot have sex the night before a race. There are rules for that. These are the rules, you meant?”
I look at him.
“We’re not a couple,” I say.
“No,” he nods. “We’re adults.”
A beat.
“One rule,” he adds. “When I win, you don’t overthink.”
I hold his gaze. “When you win, I don’t hesitate.”
We shake.
“Win it,” he says.
“Claim it,” I answer.
I think about it. It is dangerous but also thrilling. The very thought of such a deal sends warmth between my thighs.
“Or you reward yourself,” he continues. “I know it turns you on when I nail the run. I can see it. Actually, I win for it, I race for it. God, I live for it lately. So, maybe you just shove the restraint away the moment you most want to.”
I kind of like the idea. It feels… safe. Calculated. No strings. A deal.
“Deal,” I offer him a hand to shake, and he takes it and draws me closer to kiss my mouth.
“This is how we′ll seal our deals, Kat,” he whispers against my mouth.
We get on with cleaning our mess.
When we are almost finished, he hands me a downhill ski.
“Guess it was one hell of a copulation,” he says, and for a moment I don′t get it.
But then I see a tiny chip on the upper side of the top sheet, barely visible, but I guess the techs will notice.
As they would notice the mess, I don′t think we managed to put everything in the correct place.
“Well, what can I say…” I sigh.
“I′ll talk to Roman,” Thomas says finally. “I′ll confess to everything. I′ll leave you out of it if you like…”
“No way!” I almost scream at the idea he′ll pretend to have fucked some nameless model in this place, which I already came to think of as my ski room.
“As you wish, our secret will be safe with Roman; he′s like a father to me.”
“I know.”
However, as I let him kiss me again, I realize I don′t feel safe with the secret.
Our little secret does not feel safe at all.
Deal or no-deal.
But it was bound to happen one day.
Now that we have rules to control it, it might not just ruin either of our careers. We are adults, after all, aren′t we?