Chapter 11 #3
Tora turned her back on Alisa and began to climb up and up until finally her pussy was right above Alisa’s face.
Alisa gasped at the beauty of what she saw—Tora’s intimate folds glistening with arousal, her pink lips swollen and plump, practically begging to be tasted.
It was like a forbidden peach, so sweet and tempting that Alisa’s mouth watered just looking at it.
She licked her lips with a low growl, her hands reaching out to take a firm hold of Tora’s hips.
With deliberate slowness, Alisa guided Tora down, positioning her face directly beneath her lover’s most intimate area.
She pressed her nose against Tora’s wet folds, inhaling deeply, taking in her scent.
“Fuck, Alisa…” Tora breathed out, her voice thick with pleasure as she felt Alisa’s warm breath against her most sensitive flesh. “You’re going to drive me crazy, babe.”
Alisa’s tongue darted out, tracing along the seam of Tora’s lips, the taste of her arousal exploding on Alisa’s tongue like a drug.
She let out a soft moan, her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her body trembling with need.
Her hands gripped Tora’s hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled Tora down just a bit more, encouraging her to settle fully onto Alisa’s face.
Tora arched her back, feeling a pleasant tickle spreading through her lower abdomen as Alisa’s tongue worked its magic between her thighs.
She began to squirm on Alisa’s face, her movements instinctive and needy.
Alisa, in turn, deepened her tongue inside Tora, lapping at her most sensitive areas with increasing fervor.
But then Alisa froze, her body tensing slightly as her mind wandered.
Were we still rivals? The thought crossed her mind unbidden.
Now they were officially dating, and the term “rival” seemed stupid, even if they still competed in their own ways.
Alisa’s heart wanted more, it always wanted more when it came to Tora.
Though… if Alisa was no longer in the league and would never go to the Olympics probably, technically they would never cross paths in professional sports again.
She would only perform at home in Russia, alone and despondent, and alone in the dark…
“Why did you stop?” Tora let out a displeased growl, her voice muffled slightly as she looked down at Alisa, her hips still positioned above her face. “Is everything okay? Did I strangle you?” She shifted her weight slightly, trying to make herself lighter, more comfortable for Alisa.
Alisa’s eyes widened as she pulled back momentarily, her own arousal still dripping down her inner thighs. “No, I’m just… sorry, anxious thoughts…”
Tora’s expression softened. She reached down with one hand, gently cupping Alisa’s breast. “Focus on the orgasm, please,” she murmured, her voice taking on a more commanding yet tender tone. “Otherwise we both won’t cum today.”
Alisa nodded quickly before she dove back in, her tongue immediately returning to its task.
She lapped at Tora with renewed fervor, her hands gripping Tora’s hips tighter as she worked to bring her to that peak they both craved.
Tora’s breathing grew ragged, her body rocking against Alisa’s face as pleasure built in her core.
“Make me fucking come, Alisa…” Tora whimpered, moving her hips faster.
“And now lick me so that I scream to the whole room so that all the neighbors can hear you fucking me with that skillful tongue of yours.”
Alisa snorted softly. Her hand slid over Tora’s thigh, her fingers finding the wide-open clitoris and beginning to apply deliberate pressure. She started to tug actively at the sensitive nub, her fingers working in tandem with her tongue, creating a dual sensation that made Tora’s body tremble.
“Oh fuck, yes, that’s what I’m talking about,” Tora moaned, her voice growing louder and more desperate. “Damn it, Alisa… Yes, right there, babe… Fuck, I’m so close…”
Tora let out a guttural growl as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing against Alisa’s face. After a few more movements, she finally pulled away, revealing that the morning rays of light were beginning to make their way through the windows of the hotel room. Dawn had already arrived.
Tora immediately clung to Alisa in a deep, passionate kiss, her hands already reaching down to pull off Alisa’s wet panties. As soon as the fabric was discarded somewhere on the sheets beside the bed, Alisa found herself completely naked.
Tora didn’t waste a moment. She immediately entered Alisa with two fingers, the digits sliding into Alisa’s tight, wet heat.
Alisa’s back arched instinctively, seeking a greater depth of penetration and fuller contact with Tora’s palm.
The sensation of Tora’s palm massaging her clit while her fingers actively entered and exited her was overwhelming.
“Damn… do you hear how wet you are?” Tora whispered through the kisses, her lips trailing along Alisa’s inner thighs as she worked her fingers inside Alisa’s.
The squelching sounds of Tora’s fingers entering and exiting Alisa drove her crazy, each wet slide making her more desperate. When Alisa squeezed her inner walls around Tora’s fingers, she burst into orgasm with a loud, desperate cry.
“Blyat! Tora, da!”
The words came out in Russian, her voice breaking with pleasure as she gasped for air, unable to form complete sentences.
Tora’s own clitoris throbbed more actively from witnessing Alisa’s release.
Without thinking for a second, she lifted one of Alisa’s legs into the air, using it as an anchor to position herself more firmly on top of Alisa.
She moved so that their pussies kissed each other in a wet, intimate greeting—Tora’s sensitive folds rubbing against Alisa’s swollen, dripping folds.
The sensation was mind-blowing, using Alisa’s body as a toy while Alisa herself was still recovering from her own orgasm.
But before Alisa could fully recover, she began to feel the influx of a second one, her body responding to the continued stimulation in a way that had never happened before.
Her breath hitched, her back arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure began to build, stronger and more intense than the first.
The sensations when Tora moved her hips, grinding her pussy directly against Alisa’s in a wet, rhythmic dance, drove Alisa crazy.
The tension in her lower abdomen was different—heavier, more difficult to concentrate through, yet paradoxically faster in terms of building toward a peak.
As soon as Alisa thought about it, she came again with renewed vigor, feeling like her entire body was being pulled apart and put back together all at once.
Tora, after making a couple more smooth, circular movements on Alisa’s sensitive folds, finally calmed down.
She pulled back slightly and fell next to Alisa on the side of the bed, taking one of Alisa’s breasts in her palm like an anti-stress toy, her thumb circling the nipple with gentle pressure.
Alisa reached out to do the same with Tora’s breasts, but they were too big to fit comfortably in her palms. Tora let out a soft laugh at this.
But then they kissed tenderly and fell back against the pillows together, both of them exhaling slowly, trying to catch their breath.
The morning light was streaming through the windows now, casting golden rays across their tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin. For a moment, they simply lay there, their bodies intertwined, both of them completely spent yet somehow still buzzing with the lingering electricity of pleasure.
“So what were you thinking about?” Tora whispered softly, turning toward Alisa as though she were searching for the answer somewhere in her expression.
And then Alisa seemed to ruin everything the moment she opened her mouth and finally said out loud the thought that had been poisoning her from the inside.
“We’re not rivals on the ice anymore…”
“Why?”
“I’m not going to the Olympics, Tora. It’s obvious that Lev won’t have time to recover from his injury in such a short period, and even if we go to Beijing to try to earn an additional quota, do you really think they would choose us and take that risk a second time?”
Tora grew quiet. She looked away from Alisa and out the window, where the sun was already beginning to paint the sky with new colors, brighter ones, the first pale gold of dawn spreading across the city.
“Well… if you think about it like that, then yes. There is no point in sending both of you.”
Alisa frowned.
Now she was the one searching Tora’s face for answers, but Tora was still looking only at the sunrise.
“What do you mean? What are you talking about?”
“Maybe you should switch to singles and skate alone? You weren’t injured, and you have potential.”
“I don’t…” Alisa shook her head and looked back toward the dawn herself.
Dawn always brought a new day.
Alisa reached for her phone, hoping there would finally be some news from Lev, but instead of a message from him, there was one from the coach.
Shchuka: 8 We only received one quota instead of three. Lev is out for a year to recover, and because of that you as a pair were not selected for the next qualifiers. You are disqualified.
Alisa only let out a long, shaky breath.
Tora turned back toward her.
“What’s wrong?”
But Alisa only looked at the message once more and replied quietly, “I’m so screwed.”