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?”