by L. V. Lewis
She surprised him this time by pulling him down for another kiss, holding him by his open collar. When she was around him, she didn’t feel like herself, but she decided to let her emotions guide her. Tonight was all about living, and Rio was full of life to fill their night.
When she moved away from him, she caught the faraway stare he had and felt proud at her little conquering moment.
“Better keep up,” she said and took off running toward the party. It was a little difficult to move in the dress.
She didn’t need to look back to see if he followed. His steps were always in her ears along with his laughter.
African-infused beats echoed off the buildings, and the gathering of people increased as they moved closer to it.
Mia stopped on a side street before going into the largest part of the crowd. She heard Gunnar panting and felt a small accomplishment at being able to make him sweat a little.
“Why did you stop?” he asked.
“Listen to it,” she said.
“To what?”
“Everything. The music. The people. It all makes up the heart of Brazil.” She closed her eyes and found the color in the music that she grew up on. Music was one of the things she loved most about her country. Now, in her body-hugging dress and with Gunnar so close to her, she lifted every worry she had and allowed each beat to carry it away.
She felt Gunnar approach her from behind. His arms wrapped around her, and that’s when she swayed with the rhythm of the music that filled the air.
With him so close, she was aware of every part of him. Every muscle moved with her and each breath he took echoed hers.
While she was lost in him and the music, that’s when she felt his excitement rising. The hardness of him pressed into her backside, and she let out a moan.
“I want you, Mia,” he whispered against her ear. “Want you so bad.”
His words nearly broke her apart. He wanted her, and she desired him more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.
The inner part of her still craved the chase.
She turned in his arms and placed her finger on his lips. “Then come and get me.”
When he leaned in for the kiss, she took off again.
“Mia!”
She ran in the direction of Louisa’s place as she formed the plan in her head. The streets were packed with dancers, and she had to swerve and duck to avoid colliding with them. She made sure she could see Gunnar following.
There was a place she wanted to take him, but first she was going to have fun making him work to find her.
Chapter Five: Gunnar
Gunnar had an addiction, and Mia was his drug of choice. Her red dress wove in and out of view, but he kept up with her pace.
The woman knew how to surprise him. He’d confessed what he wanted, and she’d taken off.
He followed her through the large, dancing crowd until she turned around. They were in a small clearing, and bright-colored neon lights mixed with the warm streetlamp glow bounced off her skin.
She leaned into him until their bodies were molded together. Being so close to her was already making him hard, and he wanted nothing more than to explore every inch that was under that dress.
Her lips brushed his ear. “I hope athletes have good rhythm,” she said, “or you may not be able to keep up.”
“I think I’ve proved I can keep up,” he said. “Try me.”
She moved away from him, and he immediately wanted her close again. He watched as she lifted her arms above her head and swayed with the music.
Her hips entranced him as he watched them move in sync with the rest of her.
When she turned away from him, he could see how the dress molded to her figure and over the roundness of her ass.
A man near them whistled his approval, and Gunnar could feel the edges of jealousy stir in him. If anyone had hands on her, it would be him and no one else.
He stalked her like a predator, closed the distance between them with a vengeance, and turned her around until she was up against him.
His lips rolled over her bottom one before he took the offering her mouth provided. She tasted tropical and exotic, like a rare fruit he’d never had before and realized he could never get enough of.
If he could, he would cover every part of her right then to get all men to know she was his. It wasn’t like him to be so possessive, but he didn’t give a damn as long as he could have Mia.
She moved back and kept him from kissing her more. “Come with me,” she said, pulling him by the hand.
Mia made her way into one of the buildings, and he followed. Stairs wove their way inside the building, but instead of stopping on any floor, they kept moving upward until they reached the roof.
Sheets dangled from hanging rope to look like curtains. Mia led him to the ledge and the view stilled him. He could see the entire neighborhood and beyond, since the building was one of the taller ones around them.
Down below, people danced and cheered to the music that made him think of American rap, calypso, and Caribbean beats all mixed together to form something new and exotic.
“This is my favorite place in all of Rio,” Mia said. “Louisa and I used to sneak away up here to get away from everyone. Even brought a mattress up here to sleep on when we got into fights with our parents.” She nodded to the corner where curtains hid part of a made-up mattress with pillows.
Ideas filled his head, and he wanted nothing more than to stay there with Mia forever.
“Your best friend, Louisa?” he asked, bringing her hand to his lips so he could kiss them and lose himself in her softness.
“Yes,” she said. The shadow and streetlights made her smile captivating. “You remembered.”
“I remember everything you ever wrote to me, Mia.” He melded her body to his. “If I have my way, I’ll learn everything about you.”
This time he didn’t hold back. He kissed Mia with a fever as if she held the last breath of air on earth, and he craved his fill.
She nibbled at his lip, and he let out a groan. He loved her moments of fire and testing him. But now he was going to take all she offered and show her what she did to him.
He lifted her up so her legs wrapped around him, which allowed him to feel the plumpness of her ass as her dress slid up.
Gunnar carried her over to the mattress and set her down gently on her back. She appeared as a delicious angel with her hair around her like a halo. He needed to explore every part of her.
He ignored the erection pressing against his pants, begging for release. He could wait. Instead, he would rather pleasure the woman who consumed him in ways he never imagined.
“I want to taste you,” he said. When she tried to lean up for a kiss, he stopped her. “No, I mean every other part of you.”
A seductive smile grazed her lips, and then she wiggled her dress up higher. He helped her pull it over her head until she had on nothing but a black bra and matching panties.
She moved her hands to the front clasps and looked away.
He covered them before she could unhook the bra. “Let me, and don’t you even think of looking at anything but me. I want those eyes on me the entire time. Understood?”
She nodded and followed his command.
He made sure he had her undivided attention as he slowly unhooked each one. Inside, he battled with his slow pace and ripping it off her completely, but he took his time. He wanted each reveal of her body to be ingrained in the forefront of his memory so he never forgot it.
Mia continued to watch him as he took a darkened nipple in his mouth. Her sigh encouraged him to turn his suckle into a deeper suck. The soft peak hardened at his attentions, and that’s when he moved to the other one. His hand moved up to roll the free nipple between the tips of his fingers, and she pushed into him, squirming underneath his solid strength.
“Beautiful,” he said moving down to her belly. He dipped his tongue into her navel as he slid her panties off.
When he got
to the center of her sweet pussy, he could see the glistening of her arousal. He took pride in knowing he was the cause of it, and he leaned in for one long lap before he parted her.
Music thrummed through them, but her panting became his guided rhythm. She tasted so much sweeter than she looked, and he brought her hips closer to him so he could find every intimate part of her with his lips and tongue.
She moved so much it was like she both wanted to get closer and move away from the attention he gave her.
“Gunnar!” she cried. “Please.”
He loved the way she cried out his name when she was so close to coming. If he had his way, and there was no doubt about that, he’d get her to say it multiple times before he was done.
As a sign of his approval, he nibbled at her clit. That sent her crying and moving with madness, but he didn’t let up. He kept prodding at that little bundle until she was even wetter than when he’d started.
In her nakedness, he marveled at how the dim glow of the lights enhanced each curve and line of her body. He regretted never seeing her this way until now, but he was going to make up for lost time of not seeing the sexier side of Mia.
He made his way back up, beginning with the insides of her thighs. He didn’t stop until he was back at her breasts again. The two enticing mounds of hers had his gaze, and he didn’t expect her pushing him over on his back.
“My turn,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt.
He laughed as he shrugged out of it. “So the cat has come out to play.”
“Oh, no you don’t. I get to do that.” She unbuttoned his pants. “I’m no cat. You’ve unleashed the lioness.” Her hand reached in and found his hardness.
“Shit,” he said, falling back on the pillows. He lifted his ass up to help her slide his pants off.
She didn’t take long finding his cock as it stood up and ready for her. Her hand moved up and down at a maddening slow pace. She was going to be the death of him if she kept that up.
“Mia—” His words were cut off as she took the tip of him in her mouth. “God, Mia.”
She sucked the head, tentatively, then with gathering confidence before moving down further.
He fought the urge to reach for her, because he didn’t want to force more than she could handle. He gripped the sheets, trembling as she took more inches.
If he didn’t stop her soon, the night was going to be over before it even started.
Chapter Six: Mia
Mia never wanted to try going down on any man before—not that she’d had many boyfriends, and she’d only been intimate with one—but being with Gunnar was different. She wanted to experience everything with him, and that meant giving him just a fraction of what he’d just given her.
Gunnar made her feel something she’d never felt in the one and only relationship she’d ever allowed herself to be in. With him, she felt like the world melted as he’d brought her to the best high of her life.
In the back of her mind, she’d wondered how he was able to get her body to react the way it did to his expert touch. She briefly thought about the other women in his life, one of the few things they never really talked about.
Mia shook any thoughts of other women out. In this moment and in the heated Rio night, he was hers, if only for a short while, so she relished in that comforting idea.
She wasn’t expecting the big size of him. Her small hand couldn’t fit all the way around as she stroked him. Even that didn’t stop her from leaning over to take the first part of him in her mouth. His salty-sweet taste pushed her on.
When he cried out, she thought she was hurting him. The groans and noises he made after reassured her. She was discovering how much would fit when he pulled her up.
“I don’t think I’m patient enough to have you keep doing that.” He pulled a foil package from his pocket. “Your country sure knows how to welcome competition.”
She laughed. Louisa had told her how the Olympic Village was stocked with condoms for when athletes had down time, information Juan had told Louisa.
Mia felt so safe with Gunnar and was glad he thought of protection. She was so lost in him that it was the last thing on her mind.
When he claimed her mouth with his, she felt him at her opening. He continued kissing her as he slid part of the way in.
She threw her head back as he stretched her more with each gentle push.
“Focus on me, Mia,” he said. “I’m right here.”
She looked into his eyes, fearing that her small body might not be able to accommodate him fully.
Gunnar’s gaze held a reverence for what was happening between them. “Is this your first time?”
She shook her head and had to take deep breaths to concentrate on him as her body mingled pleasure with the underlying hints of pain. “Oh, Gunnar,” She moaned.
“Are you okay?” He stilled over her as his reverence became concern.
She nodded, and he slid all the way inside, allaying her fears that she wouldn’t adjust to him.
He captured her nipple before he moved again. She felt full and complete with him there, and when he began to move in earnest her world spun from the friction.
He was slow as she adjusted to his size, and the pleasure only increased with each gentle and smooth stroke.
She wanted to tell him to move faster, but she couldn’t speak.
Gunnar lifted her leg and hit a new angle inside of her. Slowly, he moved back until he hit that spot that made her think she would go crazy as the sensations consumed her and filled her from her core.
A bead of sweat trickled down his neck and on his chest, and she couldn't stop her reaction of licking him there. He tasted so masculine as she moved up and sucked on his neck.
The music below thrummed through the building and into her, overwhelming each of her senses. As the tempo changed to a faster beat, Gunnar moved in tune with it.
Tension bottled up inside her and begged for release, until he hit her just in time to explode. It vibrated from where they connected and spread through her limbs. She bit down slightly to find gravity from the force of her orgasm.
They were no longer moving to the music around them. It formed into something of their own creation with each thrust, pant, and scream until all the sounds merged.
His pace quickened until she felt him arch back with his own release. That sent her on another high she wasn't expecting.
He fell to his side and pulled her close to him. The humidity made sheets unnecessary, and it was hard to see anyone else up here this late at night, so she snuggled against him.
She knew Gunnar was still awake from his breathing. It was still heavy from exertion, but neither of them spoke as the music continued at the party below.
It would go on for hours if the police didn’t come and break them up. The celebration time depended on the night, and she hoped that it went on until sunrise.
Her thoughts came back to peck at her, and she wanted to ask Gunnar about why he didn’t tell her everything like she had revealed to him.
“What’s it like?” she finally asked, brushing her lips across his chest.
“What’s what like?” His voice sounded lighter as if almost on the brink of sleep.
“Pole vaulting. What does it feel like?”
Gunnar was silent for so long that she wondered if she needed to ask him the question again.
“It’s hard to explain it.”
“Try. Please?”
“I guess it’s similar to an extreme adrenaline rush, just like no other.” He put his arm around her and pulled her in, even though she couldn’t get any closer. “When you’re running, you know what’s coming. Vaulting is different, because you’re even more aware of each second, that time it takes just before you take flight in the air. It’s a split second of heaven. You feel light and heavy at the same time, as if nothing else below you matters. It’s one of the only times I can get out of my own head.”
“Is that why you love it?”
“Part of t
he reason. I guess it’s one of the few things on the track where you’re in control and losing control of everything at the same time.”
“I get it.” She sighed as she imagined the view from his perspective.
“You’re probably the only one who would, even in my warped way of explaining it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were here to compete in the Olympics?”
His body stiffened underneath her, and she wasn’t sure if he was angry.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. We don’t really know each other...”
“No, Mia,” he said. “It’s not like that.” He took in deep breaths, and she waited patiently for him to go on. “Back home, everyone sees me as this star, like I’m some kind of track god or something. I hate that feeling so much. It’s like this expectation that I have to be owned by them just because I live there. As long as I win, I don’t think they care who I really am, you know?”
She lifted her head. “I don’t know, Gunnar, because you never show me that side of you. I care. I want to know the real you, but I can’t if you don’t let me.”
“I didn’t want you to see me differently.”
“When have I ever given you reason to think I’d care about your sports status? I only cared about it because you seemed to enjoy it. If that’s not what you want...”
“That’s the problem, Mia. Most of the time, I’m not even sure if I really do it because I want it so badly or because others want it for me.”
Mia didn’t know what to say to him. She couldn’t be the one to make that choice for Gunnar. She knew him, at least she thought she did, but how could she help him when she didn’t even know the challenges he faced back home?
Home. That was the other thing. He was still going home after all of this was over. She always knew that he would, but after being so close to him she dreaded the possibility.
He kissed her on the forehead. “I need to start heading back. I have the first run in a few hours. Coach is probably going to want to see me before.” He sat up and reached for his pants but paused putting his leg in. “How did you find out?”
