by Teagan Kade
Her eyes go wide. “Ssshh,” she laughs, winking and coming around the table to me, kneeling so she can whisper in my ear. “There’s a linen room on the third floor of the second building. Meet me there at ten PM.”
“And if it’s locked?” I ask.
Her voice is heavy with lust. “You weren’t the only naughty child in the neighborhood.”
She leaves and all I can do is lean back smiling to myself at the mystery that is Viktoriya Kuznetsov.
CHAPTER EIGHT
VIKTORIYA
Even training seems to come easier today after the events of last night.
While Dimitri and I have had great success in national and international competition, a Gold Medal has always eluded us, but not this time, not even with the aforementioned, rather sizeable distraction of one Liam McCallum.
Dimitri notices my demeanor. We’ve been working together so long we know each other better than most married couples. “You’re quite limber today,” he offers, sweeping me around into the center of the ice. I let go of his hand and spin out with a flourish. “I…” not sure how to phrase it, “did some stretching last night.”
“Inside or outside?” he queries, the smile playing on his face telling me he knows precisely what’s going on.
I place my hands on my hips. “I can neither confirm or deny.”
He smiles back. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this rosy. It must have been nice.”
“Nice?” I laugh. “I suppose that’s one way to put it, though not necessarily the word I would choose to use.”
“Energetic?” Dimitri offers.
I skate around him, keeping my lines tight and concentrating on my balance. We need nothing short of perfection to take the Gold. “You just want him for yourself.”
Dimitri joins me, the two of us skating side by side towards the other end of the rink. “I wouldn’t say no to a big cock, or big mouth, but as for public sex, I’ll leave that to you.”
“Who said he had a big cock?”
Dimitri frowns, sluicing past me. “Would you be smiling like that if he was packing a pencil?”
I give him a shove and push away, leaping into a flawless Salchow.
It’s crazy to think what actually transpired last night, the risk we took up there on the rooftop. Thank god that photographer was too far away.
But there was something different about the act, too. It’s been a long time since I felt so connected to anyone, to anything. I was completely lost in Liam’s arms, the wintery world around us stripped away and replaced with happiness and hope and the kind of deep-seated fulfilment that’s been sorely lacking in my life—not to mention the excitement…
It’s just the aftermath of the new, I tell myself. He’s a novelty.
Deeper, I’m not sure that’s entirely true. I’ve never clicked with anyone so fast before. Regardless of the cultural divide between us, I want to explore this, to see if there’s more to this than a simple Games fling.
He could be the one, my head interjects, but the thought is pushed away almost just as soon, a whisper drowned out by the sound of my skates against the ice.
CHAPTER NINE
LIAM
Viktoriya arrives right on time at the linen room. Compared to my building, this one is significantly quieter, but the odd athlete or staff member still passes by.
She’s wearing her team jacket and jeans, her hair pinned up in a loose bun.
I nod at the door. “I’m afraid my credit card trick won’t work with this one.”
She simply smiles and pulls the pins out from her hair, shaking it free around her shoulders. “Allow me.”
I’m amazed at the way Viktoriya works the pins into the door lock, her face fixed in concentration. To my surprise, the door pops open in less than a minute.
I look down the hallway to make sure we’re alone. “And where did you learn to do that? It’s a major turn-on, yes, but it’s not exactly a skill you pick up in high school.”
She laughs. “My coach showed me, actually.”
“Why, in God’s name?”
Viktoriya pushes the door open and switches on the light. “She thought if I ever got locked in a room before a performance, at least I’d know how to get out. I suppose she was worried I’d become another Nancy Kerrigan.”
“She thought someone was going to bust your knee?”
Viktoriya smiles and enters the room. “She thought of everything.”
The door closed behind us, a single light buzzing above, the room is nothing but a set of shelves stacked with sheets, pillows, and laundry.
Behind the shelves in a small alcove. Viktoriya leads me around to it, to a pile of quilts stacked up in the corner. She lets go of my hand and stands before me the picture of sexuality. “It’s not the most romantic place in the world, but I don’t imagine you mind.”
I reach down for my belt. My cock can’t get any harder. I’ve never felt need like this, such a desperation to be with someone. “You’re right about that.”
We undress as quickly as our clothes with allow in between kissing. Each article parts from our bodies with a soft murmur, drifting to the floor.
I’m surprised to find Viktoriya is wearing a bright red thong tonight, her arousal rising up between us a potent aphrodisiac.
Naked, even under this poor, artificial light, she’s strikingly attractive. She looks down at herself, smiling as I take her in. “At least I’m wearing team colors.”
I take hold of her thong and drag it down her legs. “Not for long.”
I kiss my way up her legs, laying her back on the pile of quilts and spreading her legs wide.
I kneel back.
Her expression changes as she looks over the solid member rising from my pelvis, a tower of flesh. I’ve seen that look before, the ‘How the hell am I going to fit that inside me?’ look.
Yawning wide, her pussy is amazing– scarlet, fuchsia and pink all at once. Its folds are wet and glistening, ready for whatever I deem fit. It begs to be taken, adored.
I’m on her in a second. I kiss her on the neck again, but this time the trail leads downwards until my fingers are curling around a breast and the salty sweetness of her nipple fills my mouth. I pull it gently from her body as she runs her hands into my hair, her fingernails clawing down my scalp as she casts her head back into the pile of quilts and her hips buck upwards against my chest and patient cock.
I want to draw it out, make her beg me to fuck her, to take her apart piece by piece from within.
I’m falling again, hands running down her sides until my mouth is on the creamy interior of her thighs, my fingertips at her needy sex. I lick at her skin, but leave her pussy. I spread her lips apart with my thumbs and run circles around her clit. Her head snaps back again and the sound she makes is that of a purely sexual creature.
I nibble at her rosy lips, teasing and drawing out of the pleasure. She tastes incredible.
When my tongue probes into her wetness, she stretches out like a cat, toes curling against my legs as I push myself deeper into her body. I savor everything about her.
I rise up over her, straddling her pale torso.
My member bobs between us. She reaches up and clasps it with her snowy fingers, barely able to connect around the base.
Her eyes are searching, but I give nothing away.
I can’t take this any longer. I have to be inside her.
I kiss her on the mouth one last time before flipping her over on the quilts.
She arches her back, pressing her ass out as I reach to my jeans for a condom, slipping it on as she whimpers and pleads for my cock.
I come in behind her, take her in—the sights, the sounds, her scent.
Against her behind, my cock looks obscenely large, but the juxtaposition only makes me harder. I want nothing more than to bury myself deep into her tight little body and fuck the world away.
“I’m ready,” she says, and with this approval, I move forward.
CHAPTER
TEN
VIKTORIYA
I breathe in as Liam’s cock slides deep. This is what I’ve been craving, dreaming of since our first encounter on the rooftop.
“Oh, god,” I whisper, sinking deeper into the pile of quilts.
I’m so wet there’s no resistance as Liam strokes forward.
How has it happened? I wonder. Why does he make me feel this way?
The mystery is lost when his cock probes deeper still, his shaft pressing me out from the inside and filling me up far better than any finger or toy could. There’s nothing that can beat this feeling, this heated fulfillment.
He holds my ass cheeks, finding his rhythm with half of his cock, teasing me until I’m pleading and begging, desire wet against the sides of my thighs.
He pumps faster, his hips swiveling against my backside, his shaft running along the sensitive floor of my sex.
I stiffen, board-like, my spine stretched straight and sensation spanning out into my extremities.
My first climax strikes me so hard and fast, I’m completely unprepared, coming with a silent invocation, my lips parted.
I thrash and moan, but Liam doesn’t stop, stroking through my orgasm, sliding into my wetness over and over.
He reaches forward and takes a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back and holding onto my hip with his free hand, moving into my body with greater and greater speed.
“Oh, god,” I pant, still trying to recover. The sensation builds again. I’m left dizzy and disoriented, rocking backwards to meet his rhythm and heated cock.
“That feels so fucking good,” he moans, gripping my hip tighter, the light continuing to buzz above us.
I start to call on every holy entity I know, cursing and praying for more.
Liam groans again, clearly struggling to hold back against the pillowy folds of my pussy, always hungry for him, always wet. He loops one hand under my waist and drums at my clit with his fingertips. I shiver in response.
Thoughts of my own pleasure rise and fall, because as much as I want to get off again, I want to feel Liam come too, to find his own release, my body convulsing around his cock.
He drives in as deep as he can go, slowly pulling out until I’m teetering again on the edge. I stop moving, groaning low and deep, mewing like a lost kitten as he pounds into my body.
The animal inside me has returned. Logic is gone. Sense is gone.
He tickles my clit, caressing my skin, everything moving quicker and faster, more and more frantic.
The room spins.
I get louder, semi-shouting now in loose syllables, my groans extending out in full.
But it’s when he works his thumb down into the crack of my ass, pressing the flat of it against the tight pucker there, I come again.
My core blooms in a series of rapid contractions, Liam’s cock twitching inside the sublime warmth of my body, fucking me through yet another orgasm. He lets out a long, strange cry, bent over my back, quivering against me.
It seems endless. I’ve never come twice like this before, never felt such deep and profound sensation.
We collapse sideways onto the pile of quilts, Liam sliding away and the emptiness returning once more. We kiss and time stops, laughing and smiling. For a moment, the pressure of the Games are forgotten, the press and world outside. It is only the two of us in this bubble. I want to stay here forever, do this forever.
You’d have a heart attack, I think.
Liam pulls the condom off, tossing it into a bin in the corner, just about to stand when the door to the room opens.
Immediately, I reach for a quilt and draw it over us, placing a finger against my lips in the darkness.
My heart hammers. We’re going to be found out. This is the end.
I peek under the side of the quilt through the shelving in front of us.
A small, Korean woman is standing in the middle of the room looking up at the light, confused. She looks down with her hands on her hips.
Oh, no. Our clothes, I realize.
She reaches down and picks up Liam’s underwear and shirt.
I peer to the left and realize my clothes are out of sight.
Liam is completely still beside me, neither of us making a move under the quilt.
I can actually hear my heartbeat.
The woman collects the rest of Liam’s clothes, bundling them under her arm and looking around the room once more, looking right at us for a moment before switching off the light and closing the door behind her.
Once I’m sure she’s gone, I throw the blanket off and turn the light back on, surveying the space.
Liam comes around in front of me, semi-hard, realization on his face as he glances down at the floor. He looks back up to me. “Let me guess. They only took my clothes, didn’t they?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LIAM
Quietly as we can, we step out into the hall.
I close the door to the linen room wrapped in a sheet. I look like I’m off to a fucking toga party.
“How far is it to the Russian quarters?” I whisper, concerned about Viktoriya having to run across the snow in bare feet.
Beats a bare ass.
She’s looking at me barely able to stifle her laughter. “It’s just around the corner. You?”
I exhale. The American quarters are in an entirely different building. “A little bit further, I’m afraid.”
There’s a sound down the hall.
Viktoriya places a hand over her mouth to mute her laughter. “Good luck,” she says, before turning and sprinting down the hall.
Once she’s gone, I take stock of my situation. I’m alone, wearing nothing but a bed sheet—a single bed, by the lack of material—and I’ve got to get all the way back to my room without being seen.
Yeah, good fucking luck, buddy.
I silently curse myself as I go to run, but I’ve taken less than three or four steps before the sheet is pulled away from my body.
I turn around in panic to see the bottom of the sheet’s been caught on the edge of the linen-room door somehow.
“Shit,” I mutter, stooping down naked to try and release it, but it’s stuck firm. It doesn’t want to come free.
At the same time a flashlight beam shines in my direction, illuminating my bare backside. Someone shouts in something in Korean.
Fight or flight.
I’ve got no choice now.
I turn and sprint, completely naked, in the other direction.
The shouting continues as I swing left and find the door leading outside. I push through it and run for my life up the walkway, simultaneously trying to hold my flapping dick and what remains of my modesty.
I hear the door open. The beam of light swings again.
I jump, literally leap, into a nearby shrub garden, crouched low with my cock hanging out and panting hard.
The security guard walks on by, his flashlight sweeping left and right.
I jump up and prepare to run again as soon as he’s clear, freezing as I leap right in front of a group of five or six girls who, given their jackets, are part of the New Zealand contingent.
As if on cue, all their eyes fall to my penis.
There’s a horrible, infinite moment of awkwardness before one of them screams, another laughs, and the rest simply stand there in shock.
“Sorry,” I shrug, pushing through them and continuing to sprint for my building.
Via some holy intervention I manage to make it through the back door without being seen again, taking the emergency stairs three at a time to get up to the start of the American floors.
My legs are burning when I reach the top. I open the door just a touch, sliding through into yet another dim hallway.
There’s another security guard posted at the entrance to this floor, but it’s the only way in.
I shake my head at myself and step out, casually walking past holding myself.
His mouth drops.
Keep calm.
I walk past him and nod. “H
ow’s it hanging?” I point forward. “Forgot my clothes.”
He simply nods back and continues to stare after me.
I take a deep breath of relief once I’m around the corner and sprint on, my bare feet padding against the carpet.
Thank God there’s no one around to witness my humiliation, everyone safely knocked out from today’s training.
I run down the hallway still cupping myself and press hard up against the door to the room I’m sharing with Paul. I knock against it with one hand, simultaneously trying not to be too loud but not knock so soft he can’t hear it either.
“Paul!” I whisper with urgency. “Let me in.”
I look left and right, waiting for another gaggle or girls or, hell, maybe even Coach to show up.
“Paul!” I whisper again, louder now, as my knocking goes unanswered.
He’s not here, I think. Holy fucking hell I’m going to have to spend the night under a table or something, hiding out with my dick in my hands.
To my great relief, the door opens, Paul rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Do you know what fucking time it—” His eyes open and bounce from mine, down to my junk, and back up again.” He stands aside. “I don’t even fucking want to know.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
VIKTORIYA
If Dimitri thought I was limber before, today I’m a human rubber band. I skate around the ice with ease, with fresh confidence and freedom. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Helena, who smiles at me as I return from the rink. She hands me my skate guards, Dimitri skating in behind me. “Looking good, you two.”
“Thanks,” I smile, knowing the real reason for my sudden upswing.
Later, I take the opportunity to sneak into the ice hockey practice sessions, easily picking Liam out on the ice by his powerful movements and commanding presence. I crouch low by the barrier when he skates past, pressing my thighs tight together to try and ward off the need that’s already growing anew.
Back in the Russian quarter, I’m surprised to find everyone gathered in the rec room, basically every athlete we have. The head of the Russian Olympic Team is addressing the crowd.
Dimitri waves me over. I work my way through to the other side of the room. “What’s going on?” I ask.
