Page 8 of On Thin Ice

“Well, until we solve the problem, you could try finding a room at one of the nearby hotels. Maybe one of them isn’t completely filled,” the woman told us again.

“You know as well as we do that all of them are booked during the event,” Bryce said, visibly annoyed. “The closest we might find that’s empty is a few hours’ drive away, and I’m not going to stress Livia out with traveling every day so much.”

“I know, and trust me, we’re trying to fix things, but right now, at least for a few days, this is the best we can do. There were many spaces affected, and we already moved other athletes into the same rooms, so right now, all are filled at the max.”

I could tell the woman felt as bad as we did, and I knew it wasn’t her fault. Shit happens. And yet, I knew that having to spend a few hours on the road every day was going to wear me out even before the competition actually started.

“Maybe...” Bryce started, glancing at me. “The hotel room I rented is closer. You can stay there, and I’ll find something else. This way, we can be sure you’ll get enough rest, and that’s all that matters.”

“Why don’t we stay together?” I blurted, before thinking twice. “At least until the room problem is solved,” I added quickly as I noticed the look the woman gave us.

Suddenly, my inner slut was perfectly fine with the accommodation disaster. If that meant I had the chance to spend the same room—and bed—with Bryce, they could not even fix it before we left.

Bryce looked at me, and despite his poker face, I could tell he enjoyed the idea as much as I did. It was clear in the glimmer of naughtiness in his eyes and the subtle way the corner of his lips curled, making his smile lines more pronounced.

"That might work for a while," he said, using that authoritative, calm, stern coach voice of his.

The one that always made me tingle with need.

The woman nodded and agreed with the suggestion, probably relieved not to have us throwing a tantrum and wasting her time any longer. I didn’t blame her, given the craziness around the Olympics, and how hard it was to organize such an event while dealing with all kinds of people.

One of my best friends, Alma, was involved in organizing sports competitions all over the world, and I knew from her how difficult it was sometimes to make sure everything went right when there were so many things out of your control.

I happily followed Bryce and the woman, who had called us a ride to the hotel. My inner slut would’ve loved to be alone with him in the car, but given that I knew I was soon going to have him all to myself in the room, I stayed put.

Time flew as we drove to the nearby hotel. My mind reeled, playing lewder and lewder images in my head, but I managed to act like a professional skater and not like a needy slut, even if all I wanted was to beg Bryce to let me give him road head. So, fuck yes, I could tell I’d been a good girl.

Well, at least until we were inside, given that as soon as the door closed, I threw myself at him.

“Livia,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me into him as we made out. “You know we have to be careful. There are too many people around. They might hear us,” he told me between peppering kisses all over my face.

“Yeah, yeah, I am,” I said, caressing his shoulders and chest.

Without ungluing my lips from his, I skimmed my palms between us until I reached his crotch. Quickly unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants, I pushed the fabric down. Bryce moaned my name as I lowered myself, peeling off his boxers at the same time.

“Fuck,” he gasped as I dropped myself onto my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock.

Okay, I’d never given someone a blowjob before, but I knew the general things about it, and most importantly, I knew Bryce. It shouldn’t be so hard.

I’m sure I can satisfy him!

I glanced at him while stroking his cock, gauging his reaction. He was looking at me through hooded eyes, and the raw hunger in them had me squeezing my thighs together. Fuck, I was so turned on, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Energy thrummed along my body as I started to lick his cock. He was delicious, a perfectly balanced mix of salty and sweet. I moaned, remembering the tangy taste of his cum, and I hoped he was going to come inside my mouth this time.

“Livia,” he moaned, caressing my hair.

Bryce leaned against the door as I continued my lewd task. He jerked and shuddered with every lick, and I smiled as I found a sensitive point right under the mushroom head that made him let out the hottest groans ever.

“You’re amazing,” he panted. “Such a good girl.”

Oh, fuck!

Sparks of ecstasy rushed to my clit, and the need to come increased, my orgasm threatening to consume me. How the hell was he pushing me so close to the edge without even making an effort? And what the hell should I do to have him calling me a good girl again?

That was so hot!

The more I licked and kissed his shaft, the bigger the wetness between my thighs grew. I looked up at him while wrapping my lips over the tip of his cock and sucked on it.

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