Risking the Crown

by Violet Paige

  “Feels good?” He looked up to watch my reaction.

  I nodded. It felt like pure intoxicating sin. I wanted more than one lick.

  “Do it again,” I begged. My voice raspy and unrecognizable.

  He grinned, settling between my thighs. This time his tongue dipped inside me before blazing a trail to my throbbing nub. I squirmed.

  His fingers parted my folds. I felt exposed in a way I’d never experienced. His hungry eyes raked over me.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard tonight, love.”

  He clamped over my clit, sucking eagerly before filling me with his fingers. I thrust my hips into the air, needing the pressure. Wanting to explode in his mouth with the rush of my heated orgasm.

  His tongue lashed and flicked. “So fucking wet. So sweet.” He dove forward again, this time striking my G-spot with his fingers until I was writhing on the bed. It was as if he had lit a slow charge of fireworks inside my belly and was waiting for each one of them to detonate.

  He yanked my hips closer to the edge of the bed. With all the rocking, I had moved too far for his liking.

  “Get back here.” He centered me before another round. “I fucking love how you taste, Ava.”

  I didn’t have words. Only sensations.

  “I could do this to you all night.”

  I whimpered. What if he did? What if I couldn’t take the pleasure—the wave after wave of erotic shocks he was sending down my spine to my toes? What if this was death by orgasm?

  As his teeth nipped at my clit he thrust his fingers inside and I was lost. I clutched the sheets, needing something to keep me from floating off the bed. The orgasm shattered through me like liquid fire melting under my skin. I screamed his name as his tongue plunged inside me, sucking with a quick rhythm.

  Slowly, the wave crested and my breath returned to normal. I opened my eyes. Blaine crawled forward.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Ava.”

  He was between my knees. I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh. If he didn’t slide inside me I’d die another death. A death of wanting Blaine Crews so badly.

  “God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  His lips crushed mine as he climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide. I dug my heels into his firm ass. I’d made this mistake before and swore I’d never do it again. But the ache in my core wouldn’t listen to reason. It didn’t care about logic. All it cared about was getting fucked by Blaine.

  He nudged the tip of his cock over my entrance and inhaled sharply.

  “You know how many times I’ve dreamed about this?” He looked into my eyes.

  He pushed slowly, stretching me to fit over his hard as steel erection. The pressure was intense and hot. I moaned.

  “Tell me you dreamed about me fucking you.” He dipped lower and I closed my eyes.

  “I dreamed about you,” I whispered.

  “Was I fucking you like this?”

  He pulled out, spreading the heat over my clit and made a line between my folds. I tried to press my knees together to pull him back in. It felt empty and painful without him filling me.

  I knew the game he wanted to play. He wanted the words on my lips. He wanted to hear how much I thought about him. That he had fucked me so hard it was burned into my skin. That our one night together meant I could never be with another man because no one could make me feel what he did. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear me say because I wanted to hear it from his mouth too.

  I grabbed his ass, clawing into it with my nails. He hissed loudly. “Damn it, Ava.”

  “Yes, I dreamed about you fucking me every night.” I let my legs fall apart for him. “I dreamed you fucked me until I screamed your name. I begged for your cock. I sucked you off before I fell asleep. You woke me up so we could fuck again. Is that what you need to hear? That I haven’t been with another man since Sydney?” I pulled him toward me. The ache was painful. “That even though I’m mad as hell all I want is for you to be inside me? Does that make any sense?”

  He brushed his lips over mine. “Perfect sense, love. Because I’ve had the same dream about fucking you.”

  He grinned devilishly.

  “You have?”

  “Oh yeah.” He kissed me roughly. “So tell me now to fuck you like you’ve wanted in your dreams.”

  “Oh God.” I didn’t know what to say. My body felt like a live wire. “Just fuck me, please.” I twisted my hands in his hair and brought his mouth to mine.

  He thrust inside me and the room went dark. He pumped in and out while I held on to him, raking my nails over his skin. Kissing him, squeezing him.

  And when I knew my orgasm was ready to break free, I bit his shoulder to keep the screams from escalating.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, pushing inside me.

  The world spun around me as my release whipped through my body.

  “I want you on your knees, love,” he groaned. “Let me fuck you the way I want.”

  I was almost limp in his arms as he pulled out and flipped me on my stomach. But as soon as I felt his back against me, my ass immediately lifted in the air. Holy shit—what was I doing?

  “Fuck yes.” He grinned, spreading my legs wide and holding his cock.

  I looked over my shoulder at the man who had rocked my world for the second time. I wiggled back and forth, desperate for him to fill me again. I’d never been taken from behind and suddenly the idea of Blaine being the one to do it made me wetter and hotter than I thought possible.

  He ran a finger over my swollen entrance. “Damn, baby, you’re soaking.”

  Was this the time to tell him I was a virgin at this? Why the hell not?

  “I’ve never—I’ve wanted to try this.” I bit my lip.

  His green eyes widened. “Fuck, Ava.” He sat back on his heels, his hands caressing my bottom. “Sometimes I think you want to kill me.”

  “I shouldn’t have said anything.” I tried to move but he gripped my hips.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded. “If this is how you’ve always wanted to be fucked, then shit, I want to be the man to do it. This is our nirvana.”

  I felt my nipples harden as they draped over the pillow. I’d never felt such a rush of sexual energy. And then he plunged inside me.

  “Oh my God.” I met his thrust with one of my own. He was so deep I whimpered for a second, and then I began to ride against him.

  “Yes, love. Fuck me.” He pulled my hips so I jolted onto his dick. I couldn’t stop. My breasts bounced with abandon as Blaine thrust inside me. Each time surging with more power than the last.

  “I want to come,” I begged. “Please let me.” My entire body was tense and spent. I was exhausted and turned on. The sweat mingled on our bodies and I felt the burn from his kisses blaze across my back.

  He reached around me and tugged on my clit, and I finally let out the scream I had been keeping in all night. The orgasm raged through me. I clenched his cock as it wracked my body with violent shakes. I pulsed and moaned.

  I felt Blaine’s arms wrap around me, and with another pump, he thrust inside me, spilling his release.

  Our bodies collapsed together on the bed and Blaine tucked me into his arms.

  “Fuck, love.”

  He massaged my nipples and my head rolled to the side. My body was his to do whatever he wanted with it. I could die like this and know I had been properly fucked by the most brilliant playboy on the planet.

  “Are you going to leave in the morning?” I whispered.

  He kissed me on the temple. “You’ve lost your bloody mind.” He squeezed my tits tenderly and I wondered if it were true.

  The room spun again and I fell asleep, hoping it wasn’t a dream.

  15

  Blaine

  The sun poured through the wooden blinds. There was something heavy weighing my arm to the bed. I looked down to see Ava curled against my chest. I grinned.

  She opened her eyes. “You stayed.” She smiled.
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br />   “I did.”

  She rolled to the side and I stretched my arms overhead, regaining some of the circulation.

  “You didn’t have to. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.”

  “Stop right there.” I pressed a finger to her lips. “I do exactly what I want to do. And I wanted to sleep with you. And I’ll do it again if I want.” I winked at her.

  She giggled.

  “You realize this is insane, right?”

  “How so?” I sat forward, rolling my neck to the right and then the left.

  “I have work. You have work. This is the Olympics. Your Olympics.”

  “Some have said that.”

  She glared at me. “Everyone says it. It’s true. These are your games. You’re going to sweep gold in every one of your events.”

  I put a foot on the floor. “Not if I swim like I did yesterday.” I looked around for my pants. “I have to swim this morning.”

  I needed to get to the pool. I wasn’t the only one in town anymore. I was surprised Jim hadn’t tried to reach me.

  “What was wrong yesterday? Do you have jet lag too? Because that would be understandable, considering how far you had to fly.”

  “Jet lag? No. I was worried about a girl.” I flashed her a look.

  “A girl?” Her cheeks turned crimson until she realized I was talking about her.

  “Are you not feeling well? What time zone did you come from?” I sat back on the bed.

  “I flew from Atlanta, which is one hour behind Rio. I think it was the travel week and getting ready for the trip. I just haven’t caught up on my sleep. I can’t shake it.”

  “Huh.” I ran a hand over her hip up to her breasts. I hadn’t given them nearly enough attention last night. “You seem to feel okay to me.”

  She sighed as I pinched a nipple between my fingers. I lowered my lips to her breasts and pulled the hard bud between my teeth. Fuck, she was so hot.

  “I thought you said you had to swim,” she groaned, pulling my hair though her hands as I bit her nipple.

  “It can wait.” I pushed her knees wide and settled between her legs.

  “But I don’t want you to miss your practice,” she teased.

  I was so fucking hard I wasn’t walking out of this hotel room. I rubbed my cock against her clit. Damn, she was already wet.

  “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” I stared in her eyes, watching her breath quicken as I pushed slightly inside her and pulled out. I knew it drove her fucking crazy.

  She pressed her lips together as her hands lifted over her head. I saw the lust hooded in her pools of blue.

  “Fuck me, Blaine.”

  I grinned as I thrust inside her tight, warm entrance. I could get lost in this woman. Every sound. Every touch. Every taste of her made me lose my mind. And when I finished fucking her, all I wanted to do was fuck her again. I couldn’t bury myself deep enough. I couldn’t make her come enough. I couldn’t lick or bite or suck her clit enough. Fuck, what had she done to me?

  I pumped harder, hearing the sounds in her throat.

  “Ohh, Blaine. Ohh, God.”

  I knew her body was sore and swollen but she gave me everything she had as many times as I asked. And when I thought we were done, she started over again, stroking me, taking me in her mouth, fucking my dick until I thought I’d gone to heaven.

  “Don’t stop fucking me,” she whimpered. “Don’t.”

  I moved in and out of her, throwing her legs over my shoulder and shoving a pillow under her ass. Fuck, this angle was intense.

  As her tits bounced in front of me, I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer. My balls tensed. My spine was rigid.

  “I’m going to come, baby,” I groaned as I slammed into her with another powerful thrust. “You’re mine. Fucking mine.”

  I unleashed inside her, pulsing and throbbing until my cock vibrated with aftershocks.

  I rolled next to her, trying to catch my breath. “Now I have to go to the pool.”

  Her nails scraped over my stomach. “You sure?”

  “Yes, love. But I promise I’ll be back.”

  She straddled me and took my lips between hers. “Promise?”

  “I’m pretty sure you’re the answer to me breaking another world record. Of course I promise.”

  Her face scrunched into a frown. “So you’re using me for game advantage sex?”

  “No, I’m using you for fucking incredible sex.” I slapped her on the ass. “What you do for my game is a bonus.”

  She squealed when I rolled her off of me.

  “I don’t know that it’s any better,” she taunted.

  I reached for my pants. “Yesterday I fucked up in the pool because I fucked up with you.” I put one leg in, followed by the other. “Today, I’m going to kick ass because I fucked you. See the difference?” I grinned, knowing she was going to clock me for it.

  “You are an asshole, Blaine Crews. A complete asshole.” She swatted at my shoulder, but I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

  “But you love it when I make you come.”

  She tried to wiggle free. “Maybe.”

  “And you love it when I fuck you from behind.”

  Her breathing changed and her cheeks reddened. “Shit.”

  I dropped her on the bed. “See?”

  She picked up and threw a pillow at me. “You are an ass.”

  I shrugged, liking the banter between us. “I’ll see you tonight, love. I’ve got to check in with my coach and see what the schedule is.”

  She stood from the bed and reached for the wall. “Whoa.”

  I grabbed her arm to help steady her. “What’s wrong?”

  “The stupid jet lag. It makes me so dizzy.” She shook me off. “Do you think we should exchange phone numbers or something?”

  Damn it. I was supposed to ask her that. “I have one while I’m in the city. Here.” I jotted the number down on the notepad next to the bed. “Text me and I’ll have your number.”

  She reached up on her toes to kiss me. “Got it. Good luck at the pool.”

  I opened the door. “Good luck with your articles today.”

  She wrapped a sheet around her chest. “Go, get your world record. I’ll see you later.”

  I closed the door and headed for the village, ready to kick some Olympic ass today.

  16

  Ava

  Blaine closed the door and I ran to the bathroom. Holy shit. The wave of nausea launched inside me and I grabbed the counter. I splashed water on my face, trying to cool down. I was certain I was going to throw up, but it passed.

  I was suddenly hot and dizzy. My head spun and I couldn’t think of what I had eaten last that might have made me sick. I walked back to the bed and unplugged my phone from the charger.

  I pulled up my calendar and counted back to my trip to Sydney. Five weeks.

  Holy shit. I counted again and checked the dates for my last period before I let the impossible hit me.

  It couldn’t be. No way. We weren’t careful in Sydney. But there was no way. I couldn’t be pregnant. I grabbed my stomach. There had to be a rational explanation like jet lag or food poisoning. But I knew I didn’t have much reason to have jet lag from one time-zone change and I had been in Rio long enough to adjust. I had convinced myself over the past few days that it was the cause of my fatigue and dizziness.

  I didn’t have dinner last night. I tried to think if there was anything else, and I remembered how I turned down the drink yesterday in the bar. I had heard pregnant women had a sixth sense about alcohol.

  My hands rose to my breasts. I thought it was the epic sex, but my breasts had never felt so tender and my nipples were electric to Blaine’s touch, not to mention my clit. And holy hell, I’d never had orgasms like I did last night. One of my pregnant friends told me pregnancy sex was more intense than anything in her life.

  I stood up. This couldn’t be happening. No way.

  I was not having Blaine Crews�
�s baby. No.

  I paced in front of the window and threw open the blinds. Rio was waking up. The games started in six days. The city was alive with game preparation. Tourists were flocking, in along with vendors trying to make money off the countries who had come to cheer on their athletes.

  Blaine had more pressure on him than anyone here. The world was watching him. There were expectations on him that no one else could understand. The world records. The gold medals.

  His entire life was swimming. I knew what winning here would mean for his future. It was his future.

  A baby would distract him. I couldn’t tell him any of this.

  First, I had to make sure I was pregnant, but before I ever saw those two pink lines on the white stick I knew.

  I took two more before I admitted the truth.

  I was pregnant, and Blaine was the father.

  I sat in another meeting while Vic rolled his sleeves to his elbows. The heatwave that hit Rio last week was starting to let up. I could walk outside and breathe now. I didn’t mind the extra ice in my drinks when I could get it.

  I heard a few locals say that this was more typical of a real Rio winter. Even the girl at my favorite juice bar seemed happier with the temperature change.

  “Tonight is Opening Ceremonies,” Vic announced. “You all have credentials to get in. I do expect to read quality work after this event. Find something that’s a real tear-jerker.”

  Last week he wanted feel-good stories, and now he wanted the kind that made everyone need to stock up on tissues. But I kept my mouth shut. Keeping this job was more important than ever.

  I was six weeks pregnant. I couldn’t be an unemployed single mom.

  Someone suggested following a pair of pole vaulter twins from Montana who had to travel without their parents because the family couldn’t afford the trip. I guessed that qualified as a tear-jerker. I thought it sounded like something that belonged in Reader’s Digest.

  I didn’t know where I would find my story today, but I’d get Vic what he needed. No more renegade investigative pieces. No more going outside the lines. I delivered exactly what Vic ordered. I was determined to be his new go-to girl. I had to count on this salary.