Risking the Crown

by Violet Paige

  I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth. My cock grew rock hard when I heard her moan.

  Tonight I had made history. And I was about to make more.

  10

  Ava

  5 weeks ago

  As soon as we stumbled into his hotel room I knew I had decided I wasn’t turning back. This was going to happen. I wanted Blaine Crews to drown out my shitty day. I wanted him to help me forget I had just lost my dream job. I wanted him to make everything fade to black, with nothing left but the two of us.

  His hands tangled in my hair, tugging slightly on the back of my head. I groaned when his mouth crashed against mine.

  Everything about him was electric and powerful. He knew what he wanted without hesitation and he didn’t waste time talking about it. He took exactly what he wanted.

  He spun me toward the door, shoving my back flat against the surface.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His hands slid to my throat, moving slowly with controlled pressure as he slipped the straps off my camisole. They hung loosely off my shoulders.

  With a quick tug he yanked the front below my bra. His head dropped to kiss the skin brimming over the top of the lace.

  My head reeled back when his teeth nipped at the fabric, freeing my nipples.

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  In an instant he had sucked a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the hard peak. My hands splayed against the door for support. I thought I might fall to the carpet as Blaine sucked and nipped at my breast.

  His other hand sneaked up the back of my skirt and I froze when I felt his fingers begin to massage the slit between my legs.

  Was this happening? Was I letting this playboy ravage me? God, yes I was.

  I whimpered when I felt the first finger flick my panties out of the way.

  He smiled wickedly before his teeth assaulted the other breast. My knees wobbled and my thighs tingled with unsteady pulses as he pried my folds apart, coating my clit with my own wetness in a circling motion.

  My skirt was up over my hips and I knew I was tilting forward, needing him to make the next move. I rocked back and forth until I finally sighed with satisfaction when he pushed his fingers inside me.

  “Yeah, love.” He pumped in and out while my breathing grew more erratic and the coil in my belly tightened.

  I was securely plastered to the door with Blaine’s arm holding me upright, my breasts heaving, my panties astray, my hips on a mission of their own. And the entire time, his tongue fired sinful shots of heat along my skin. I melted into a puddle of ecstasy as the intensity increased with each thrust of his fingers.

  I didn’t care what the hotel guests could hear on the other side of the door. He had stolen my logic. I moaned, bucking my hips as he fucked me with his fingers.

  Blaine savored me like a fine wine. He took his time to make the frenzy build deep under my skin. I clung to his shoulders with desire falling over me like a sleepy haze. As much as I wanted my release, I didn’t want it to be over. I wondered how long I could hold it off, but the harder I tried to keep it from happening, the quicker it catapulted through me, shaking through my body as I clenched at his thick fingers. He strummed over my clit, greedily eyeing me as I convulsed in his arms, giving in to the sensations flooding my body.

  I tried to get my bearings, but Blaine lifted me in his arms, taking long strides toward the bed.

  “I wanted to fuck you the instant I saw you.” He grinned, gnashing his teeth.

  The words made me shiver. I felt greedy. I wanted more than the orgasm. I wanted him to fill me, and take me to the black space where I felt like I was falling and being held with utter protection at the same time.

  “Then fuck me,” I whispered. I’d never spoken those words before. Who was I?

  As Blaine crawled toward me on the bed, I didn’t care what the answer was. Tonight, I was the woman who was sharing a bed with Blaine Crews.

  He kissed me, running his tongue over mine. I tilted my chin forward, wrapping my hands around his neck. I could kiss him all night. That wasn’t entirely true. I wanted more—more than I’d ever admitted to anyone before.

  My fingers pulled on the hem of his T-shirt, dragging it over his head. I stared at him in awe. His body was chiseled like a work of art. I traced the lines of muscle that intersected hard ridges of more muscle. His chest was smooth and hard like marble.

  My eyes traveled lower to the sharp V-cut wrapping his torso. I’d never seen anything like it. It was as if he had arrows pointing to the greatest masterpiece on his body. I chewed my bottom lip, debating if I was worthy of this kind of beauty. This kind of physical art.

  I fidgeted with the button on his jeans, popping them open after a few tries. Blaine sat tall on his knees while I nudged the pants over his hips and off his massive thighs. Fuck, he was built like a god.

  As he rolled back on the bed I tugged the cuffs over his feet and dropped the jeans on the floor with a thud. He rested his head on his hands, his elbows wide on the stack of white pillows.

  And then the hunger hit me. He was flawless. Every part of him built to be the fastest swimmer in the world. And I wanted my own taste of him. I wanted to be the one to make him groan this time around.

  His eyes followed me as I peeled the tattered cami from my shoulders and unclasped my bra. I moved into position, hovering over him until I was settled over his cock. I took in a sharp breath of air before I tugged the boxer briefs off his legs.

  Holy shit. I thought the rest of him was perfection. But his cock deserved its own news story. I took his long and thick erection in my hand, reveling in the feel of his silky skin. I wanted to suck him deep. Show him that I knew exactly what to do with something so perfect, but I felt the intimidation rise in my chest as I looked down at him.

  I saw the smirk of amusement on his face. “Please say you’re gonna let me fuck those lips of yours.”

  I felt the instant flutter of wetness between my legs. All I could think to do was nod in agreement. I’d try. I’d do anything to surprise him.

  I lowered myself over his cock, touching the tip of my tongue to the bead of dew, glistening under the dim lights.

  “Shit,” he groaned, flinching as my mouth wrapped around the top of his dick. My tongue licked back and forth while I sucked him inside.

  Blaine jerked forward, hitting my throat with a thrust. We both groaned, but with each thrust I took him further, sucking and sliding until he was fisting his hands through my hair, tugging on my head, bucking under me.

  “Fuck, Ava,” he growled. “You’re fucking killing me.”

  I moaned, moving my lips more rapidly. I wanted to give him what he gave me—the pleasure of release. The blinding blackness where everything else was gone and the only thing that remained were our bodies.

  “I have to fuck you,” he commanded.

  I wasn’t prepared when he shifted under me, pulling his glorious dick from my mouth and flipping me on my back. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against my slick folds, caressing in a circle, toying with my entrance.

  My eyes met his and in a sudden flash, he pushed inside me, bowing me off the bed with unreal bursts of pleasure.

  “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up,” he promised, hilting himself inside me.

  I whimpered at the intensity as he stretched my most sensitive areas and spread my knees wide, pushing deeper and harder. But soon there was a rhythm between us that rained with ecstasy. His mouth clamped over mine as our hungry tongues flicked and sucked at each other, desperate to ride the wave of passion together.

  Blaine pumped faster. I clutched at his strong shoulders, mewing with pleasure. My legs locked around his waist, drawing him as close as I could.

  “You’re mine tonight, Ava.”

  “Yes, yes.” My head rolled to the side as he thrust with wicked force. “I want to be yours. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.” The words spilled from my lips before I knew what I was saying.

 
He was so deep inside me I didn’t know where he stopped and I began. Our heated bodies dripped with sweat as we climbed and scaled, tugging and clawing at each other. Grinding our hips, fighting for release, desperate to hold on to the building tension that escalated the harder he pumped.

  “Oh my God, Blaine!” I screamed when he hit my innermost walls, filling me with pure bliss.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, licking my throat and pressing his lips to my mouth.

  I felt the downward spiral. I felt the shivers and vibrations course through my veins as he plunged one last time before tensing with his own release. Our eyes closed as the orgasms barreled through us. He throbbed and pulsed inside me, spilling everything he had in a hot fiery rush.

  My body relaxed and Blaine sighed as he kissed my forehead. “I don’t know what you Americans say, but that was fucking awesome.” He shot me a wolfish grin before rolling next to me on the bed.

  I stared at the ceiling, letting his fingers curl through mine. Why did I all of a sudden feel like Blaine Crews owned me?

  He adjusted so I could curl into his arm. “You’re the fucking devil, love.” He chuckled.

  “Me?” I didn’t know who had crossed which line, only that our bodies had somehow come together in an explosive impact. I felt bad for the people in the room next to this one.

  I still felt the tingles all the way to my toes as my clit vibrated with aftershocks. Blaine caressed the dip along my hipbone, feathering over my skin with his strong hands.

  “Yeah, you’re the devil.” He kissed the top of my head. “But I fucking love your kind of dirty work.” He chuckled.

  My eyes closed slowly as I listened to the steady thump of his heart. I felt different. My body was satisfied in a completely new way, and in some kind of life-altering epic moment, I had broken every rule I had and enjoyed every second of it.

  I drifted off to sleep with Blaine’s long, solid arms holding me, his naked body snuggled behind mine, and a smile on my face.

  11

  Blaine

  She was the best fuck of my life. I wasn’t going to live the next three weeks in the same city with Ava Gold and pretend she wasn’t here. It wasn’t happening.

  Something happened between us that night in Sydney. Something I never admitted to myself. I didn’t get attached. I didn’t have relationships. Maybe that was why I ran out on her the next morning—because I felt it.

  I felt different lying next to her. As if suddenly she had become mine. I was possessive and protective all at once. Those weren’t natural instincts for me. I’d never had anyone to care about.

  Jim was the closest thing I had to family and he wasn’t exactly modeling relationships. The man had never been on a date that I knew of. He was a bachelor—devoting his life to my career.

  I’d never cared about having a relationship. Women were everywhere. I’d never had a problem finding someone beautiful to fuck. Why bother with all the mess and confusion that came with a girlfriend?

  But when I fucked Ava it wasn’t like the other women. I lost a part of myself. The world spun to black and there was only one thing that mattered—her.

  When I met Ava, she was another conquest. Another woman to challenge me. But the second I had her in my hotel room, it all changed. She brought me to my knees. She got under my skin. Her voice filled my ears. Her sweet slice of heaven wrapped around my dick like it owned it.

  Bloody hell, I wasn’t walking away a second time.

  I reached for the door to the shabby hotel where she stayed when my phone rang. All the athletes were given their own cells to use when they checked into the village.

  I looked down. It was Jim.

  “Jim.”

  I looked toward the blue sky. The sun hung over the palm trees like a ball of fire.

  “Good news. The pool is open.” He sounded excited.

  “What?” I took a step back from the door to let a couple pass me. “How is that possible? You said another day at least.”

  “I think word got out you were pissed. Your bark is loud enough, Blaine. The valves are ready and everything is running. You can train tonight. The water is waiting for you. I’ll meet you over there?”

  I hesitated. I had forgotten about the pool. I was on a mission and it had nothing to do with my butterfly stroke. I couldn’t tell that to Jim. He’d flip the fuck out.

  “Yeah, you’ll see me there.” I had to get my shit together. This was the Olympics. A lifetime of preparation was on the line.

  Years of swimming. The hardest training of my career had gone into these games. I couldn’t blow it off for a woman. Even if she was the woman who had changed everything.

  “Good. I’ve got your bag. Can’t wait to see you in that Olympic water.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  I hung up and shoved the phone into my pocket. I couldn’t storm up to Ava’s room now. I had to swim. Damn it.

  Maybe after practice I could try to talk to her again. I could make her understand. I could tell her what it was like when I woke up and walked away that morning.

  For now, the aquatics center was where I needed to be.

  My first dive into the pool was the most photographed of my life.

  The entire press corps was gathered around the pool when I walked out of the locker room.

  “Bloody hell, Jim.”

  He slapped me on the back. “I know. But they want to see you practice. There’s nothing I can do about it. All practices at the Olympics are open. You know that.”

  “Doesn’t mean I have to feel like a fucking zoo animal.”

  I unzipped my hoodie and adjusted my goggles. The flashes went off with every moment. I wasn’t even on the dive block yet.

  “How did they find out I was here?”

  “The aquatics center sent out a newsflash on one of their social media accounts,” Jim responded.

  “They did what?”

  He shook his head, warning me not to lose my shit in front of a hundred news hounds.

  “It was going to happen anyway. At least now you get the bloody press out of your face, and for the rest of the week the novelty will be over for them.”

  I scowled. I wanted to swim, but not like a fucking trained dolphin.

  “Pretend they aren’t here. You do it all the time.”

  Jim stepped back while I stretched in front of the open lane. I had the same routine I used before every meet. I was superstitious and ritualistic about how I swam. I crossed the right arm over the left first—always.

  I never changed the order of movements.

  “Hey, Blaine. How are you feeling today?” a reporter shouted from the side of the pool.

  I ignored the question, but flashed a smile.

  “What’s your first day in Rio de Janeiro been like?”

  “Going to break another record?” The questions kept piling up.

  I should be happy as hell I was here, but in the back of my head was the frustration that things with Ava were unresolved.

  “All right, first lap is a warm up only,” Jim instructed. “Get a feel for the lane. Just let your muscles ride out the water. Okay?”

  I nodded. Jim was worried the time change would affect my time. It was one of the reasons we arrived so much earlier than the other swimmers.

  “Whenever you’re ready.” He smiled at me.

  “And what about them?” I tilted toward the press.

  “Block them out.”

  I rolled my eyes and pulled the goggles snugly in front of my eyes. I tugged the straps behind my ears. The swim cap snapped against my forehead as I completed my pre-swim ritual.

  Drown them out, I told myself. I looked straight ahead. The water shimmered. I could see the interlocking rings on the tiled floor glistening through the depths. I was the first one in this pool. I owned it. I owned the gold.

  I gripped the sides of the block with the edges of my fingers, tucked my knees, then dove forward, pushing off with the strength in my legs. I sliced through the water, skimming as
far as I could before coming up into my freestyle stroke.

  The water felt good. I took in enough air and eased into the first lap, letting my arms and legs stretch before I kicked off the wall for the return lap.

  By the time the first round of warmups had finished, half of the stands were full. I propped my elbows on the edge of the pool.

  Jim leaned down. “Well, we know who everyone is going to be cheering for next week.” His grin spread from ear to ear.

  “This is bullshit.” I kept my voice low. “I just want to swim.”

  “Then swim.” He stood up, pulling his timer from his coach’s jacket. “Do a full medley.”

  “Still bullshit.” I dove into the water as the timer started to tick.

  12

  Ava

  My stomach rolled again and I looked around for my bottled water. I didn’t know how long jetlag was supposed to last, but I was tired of it. I hadn’t felt fully energized since I had been in Brazil.

  I was ready to send my story to Vic, but I wanted to check a few final facts before I hit send. I chugged the water, replaced the cap, and dropped it into my bag. The aquatics center wasn’t far. I could be back in an hour and upload everything to the server.

  I reached the rectangular building and noticed the lights. Blaine had said it looked like a ghost town this morning, but as I pulled open the double doors, it was anything but.

  I marched inside, searching for the main competitors’ pool. I stared at the spectacle in front of me.

  The crowd cheered.

  I walked up to one of the reporters on the end of the first row.

  “What’s going on?”

  Her eyes lit excitedly. “Blaine Crews is warming up. It’s amazing to watch him.”

  “What?” My brows knitted together.

  “He’s been in there an hour probably. God, he’s gorgeous.” She sighed, and I thought about swiping the puppy love look off her face.