Page 14 of On Thin Ice

He did?

“I don’t care, and you don’t have to retire,” I insisted. “I love you. I want to be with you. I want you!”

I threw myself at him, kissing him with abandon, allowing my body to do the talking. I felt his cock stretching his pants as I squirmed against him, and bolts of electricity tingled beneath my skin as he freely roamed his hands all over me.

“I want you!” I repeated.

He cupped my ass, the possessiveness with which he groped me sending shots of arousal to every corner of my being.

“You’re mine,” he breathed against my lips.

“I’m yours, and you’re mine,” I murmured before kissing him again.

Bryce spun me toward the rink boards. Bending me over them, he impatiently pulled down my leggings and panties. I was so drunk with excitement that I didn’t even realize when he unfastened his clothes and guided himself to my entrance. He loved me! He was mine! And all I could focus on was how much I craved him.

Maybe we should have spared a thought about someone walking in on us, but fuck if I cared. All I could think about was that thishot-as-sin man was mine! Only mine! If anything, the risk only electrified me even more.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned as he nestled inside my pussy.

Bryce didn’t waste a moment before starting to fuck me like a possessed beast. Damn, someone his age wasn’t supposed to be so strong, and yet here he was, jostling me over the boards while he hammered into my pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

An inferno of pleasure ignited within my core with each new mind-shattering thrust. God, anyone could walk into this area and see us. Yet, I didn’t care, and at this moment, he didn’t either. If anything, it only made the forbidden moment even more exciting.

“Fuck!” I yelped as he tugged at my hair, making me arch like a bow.

Using my strands to balance himself while fucking me into next week, he growled, “Mine,” the possessiveness in his voice adding more embers to the scorching wildfire within me.

“Yours,” I moaned.

Pushing back, I mirrored his movements, taking him as deep as possible inside my pussy. My mind spun with each penetration, and his massive cock pinged my G-spot over and over again, unleashing glimmers of euphoria inside me.

“You’re only mine. Say it,” he ordered me, and the authority with which he spoke sent me twirling right into my orgasm.

I screamed his name, no longer caring if anyone could hear us. The mix of unintelligible, animalistic cries of joy that left mymouth was supposed to be “Yours! Yes! Only yours!” but I wasn’t sure he understood them.

Sonic waves of pleasure shook my entire being, and as I clamped hard on his cock, he growled and filled me up. I closed my eyes, savoring the sticky hotness that claimed me, rendering me breathless and more pleased than I’d ever been in my entire life.

He’s mine. He loves me and wants me!

I had no idea how long we stayed like that, with him leaning on top of me and squeezing me in his embrace. I felt him softening inside my pussy, and I moaned with each new pulsation that reverberated through me.

“Livia,” he whispered, nuzzling me.

Bryce pulled out slowly and fixed our clothes. I didn’t move, still half-lost in the blissful haze he had thrown me into. I purred as I felt him dragging me into his arms and making both of us drop down on the ice.

He leaned against the boards and cuddled me into his embrace. With my eyes closed, I savored the soft touch of his lips as he peppered kisses on my hair.

“Did you really mean it?” I asked softly, feeling the need to hear it again. Needing the assurance that this wasn’t a dream or a lie. “Do you love me? And do you want to be with me?”

“Yes,” he said, hugging me tighter. “I didn’t lie when I told you I loved you from the second I met you. I didn’t want it because I knew it could fuck up your career, and I hoped it was only physical attraction. That’s why I accepted your invitation that day, in the shower. I hoped fucking you would clear my mind.But I only wanted you more, and even if I tried to push you away ... I couldn’t. I love you.”

I covered his palm with mine and nestled myself into him as much as I could.

“We’ll find a way. Maybe we’ll keep it a secret for a while, and in the future...”

“Just a few more days. The Women’s Singles are tomorrow, and next week is the final gala. After the Olympics, I’m retiring, Livia. Of course, I’ll continue helping you with your training, but I’m no longer going to be your official coach. Then, we can make our relationship public.”

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