CHAPTER FIVE
LIAM
It’s a minute after midnight when Viktoriya approaches. The Russian jacket has been replaced in favor of a black, casual item with a faux fur hoodie. She’s wearing jeans that are vacuum-sealed to her legs, and yet all I want to do is take them off.
“You came,” I begin, as she stands smiling.
“I did.”
“Your coach doesn’t know you’re gone?”
Viktoriya laughs, eyes alive. “There could be nuclear war outside and she’d be none the wiser she sleeps so soundly.”
I brush past her on my way down the hall, my cock already tightening against my pants. “Follow me. Stay quiet.”
The dormitories and athletes quarters are whisper quiet at this hour. We make our way up the emergency stairs until we come to a door leading to the roof of the first apartment building.
Viktoriya tries the doorknob. “It’s locked.”
I take out my wallet, selecting a card of appropriate thickness and holding it up to her. “Do you remember that naughty boy in your neighborhood, the one always making trouble? The one your neighbors would shake their head at as they strolled by? I was that boy.”
I slide the card down the doorjamb, the door unlatching and whining inwards. “Ladies first.”
We come up to the roof of the apartment building. It’s a clear sky, a swath of stars watching overhead. Light snow falls like sifted flour from the moonlight above.
Below, someone is playing Photography by Ed Sheeran.
Viktoriya smiles up at the sky while I close the door. “It’s beautiful up here.”
I lead her over to the side. “How are you with heights?”
She smacks her lips. “I’d take a roller coaster over a rocking chair any day of the week.”
“Is that another Russian proverb?”
She smiles. “Just a way of saying I prefer excitement over languor.”
We stand shoulder to shoulder looking down at the Olympic village below, the various venues lit up even at this late hour. “I take it you’ve never been to Korea before?”
“No, and you?”
I shake my head. “What about the States?”
“Definitely not. It would look like defection.”
I turn to her and cannot get over how beautiful she looks lit porcelain under the moonlight. “But would you like to go, one day?”
“With you?”
I stand up straight, soft clouds forming against the cold as I speak. “Who else is going to show you where to get the best burgers in LA?”
“We do have burgers in Russia, you know.”
I wave it off. “With specially brined pickles, tomato sauce that simmers for days, and a patty so god damn delicious you’d sell your soul for it? Do you have those burgers?”
She turns her head to me, her eyes the same lit amber as the lights below. “You’d sell your soul for a burger?”
I let my eyes drop. “Amongst other things.”
She laughs. “You American boys with your one-track minds.”
“Let’s change the subject then,” I shrug. “Tell me about Russia, what you like about it.”
Viktoriya pauses for a moment. “We have an excellent training program, facilities…”
“I wasn’t asking about skating.”
Her reflection becomes deeper, a sadness shifting into her eyes almost imperceptible. “To be honest, there’s not a lot to like when it comes to the country itself. It’s steeped in corruption, ruled by misogynists… It can be pretty, sure, but there’s ugliness under the surface.”
“There’s nothing you’re looking forward to going back to?”
“I have a niece—my only family.”
“You do?”
“Anna,” she nods. “She’s three, has the most adorable, pinchable cheeks. She’s an angel.”
“As are you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Captain America.”
I bring my hand up to her face and stare into her eyes, notice the way snowflakes have caught in her hair. “It’s gotten me far enough.”
I kiss her, without effort, simply allowing myself to fall forward against her lips.
Her mouth is warm and her lips smooth, all sense of time and place lost.
I pull away, looking into her eyes before kissing her again—different now, deeper and full of need.
I bring my other hand up to her face, pulling her into it, languishing in the warmth and softness of her lips, a perfect counterpoint to the cold.
I let my tongue shift forward into her mouth. She grinds against my erection, the heat of our bodies creating a fire between us that threatens to rage out of control.
And I want it. I want this recklessness.
We pull apart and I sense the hesitation, but it’s fleeting, Viktoriya leaning forward for more.
I let my left hand fall down her side, coming under her thigh and lifting her leg against me, the denim of her jeans hot.
There’s a sort of concrete shelf to our right. I lift her under the ass, never breaking the kiss, and lay her down upon it, the snow continuing to fall soundlessly around us, clouds billowing out from our mouths thanks to our frantic breathing, the desperation to have one another now, at all costs.
I lay Viktoriya back on the shelf and draw the zipper of her jacket down, sliding my hands under her shirt to lift it high on her chest, her bra popping upwards. Exposed, her nipples are diamonds in the cold, hard to the touch.
I take hold of her jeans and panties together, drawing them down her legs and taking in the heady scent of her arousal.
She moans as I come over her, pulling a nipple into the warm enclosure of my mouth.
Her fingers run through my hair. She says my name, whispers it in silent prayer as I work my way down her stomach.
I kneel in the snow, pressing apart her thighs with my hands and taking in the beauty of her most private place, the delicate lines of her vulva so wet and inviting caught in the moonlight.
I apply pressure on her clit with the flat of my tongue, the insides of her thighs flushed and heavy against the sides of my face. She rocks back and forth, fingers pulling and weaving in my hair, drawing me towards her slick center.
Her pussy twitches against my chin as I suck on her clit, pulsing against it. My cock’s painfully hard. It wants in.
I lower my head and drive my tongue like an arrowhead deep into the tight vise of her sex. Her legs snap against my head, her entire body lifting from the table.
Her breathing is rapid as I return to her clit, the clouds puffing out from her mouth coming in quicker and quicker succession, a human steam chain climbing and climbing towards completion.
She’s close, but I don’t want her to come yet. I want her to come around my cock, to feel her pussy convulse and tighten against it.
I want to feel her fucking explode.