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My eyes returned to Bryce's cock. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have told him he was crazy. But I wasn't thinking clearly. My desire to beat Gabriela combined with my starved sex drive overpowered my rationale with surprising ease.Fuck it."This better get me the gold."
Before I could change my mind, I dropped to my knees and grabbed his erection. It was huge. I could have easily fit both hands on it. But this wasn't a handjob. This was a fucking blowjob. I pumped my hand down his length as I swirled my tongue around the tip. I looked up to see the look on his face as I took him into my mouth, but all I could see was his creepy American flag morph suit covering his face.
Cheers and some gasps erupted from the crowd when they saw the silhouette of what I was doing behind the flag. My dance track started pumping through the speakers again.
God, this was so hot. After all this waiting, I was finally able to have him. With the cheers as encouragement, I brought my hand up to meet my mouth and then slid my hand and my lips down his shaft in unison. Bryce moaned loudly. I pulled back and started bobbing up and down to the beat of the music.
His fingers intertwined in my hair as he began guiding me. "That feels so fucking good, baby."
I tightened my lips even more. I loved making him feel good. And as soon as we were off the stage, we'd be doing more than this. I was already wet. Thinking about having him just made it even worse. I didn't care that people could see our silhouette behind the flag. I didn't care about winning gold. In this moment, I just cared about him. This felt right. Our chemistry was so scorching. I wanted him to rip all my lingerie off and have me right in the middle of the stage. I had completely lost my mind. It was just me and Bryce. And God, it felt so right.
"By the way, why do you keep calling me Bryce?" he asked.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. "What!?" It felt like my heart had stopped.
"Yeah, I'm not Bryce. That's Bryce." He pointed to the guy holding the other side of the flag.
"Shit, are you serious?" It felt like my whole world was collapsing. This perfect moment was actually the worst moment of my life. I tried to think back to practice. I could have sworn Tim was always standing on this side of the flag, which meant Bryce should have been there in his place. Maybe I switched the sides in my head though.Fuck.
He nodded.
I turned to the actual Bryce. "Oh my God, Bryce." I put my hand over my mouth. "I'm so sorry. I thought that was you."
"It's my fault," he said, shaking his head. "I went to the wrong side of the flag."
"Why didn't you stop me?!" I swallowed hard. What the hell had I just done?
"I just wanted you to win gold, Alina. I know how much it means to you."
With me still on my knees, his erection was only a few inches away from my face. I didn't know if he would ever forgive me for blowing some other guy, but the only thing my irrational, oversexed mind could come up with to make it up to him was to blow him too.
I grabbed his cock and went right to sucking, trying to do better than I had done on the fake Bryce to show him how sorry I was.
"Fuck, Alina, I forgive you. Just don't stop. Don't stop, baby." Now Bryce's fingers intertwined in my hair.
The crowd cheered even louder than before. And they cheered even louder when the guys dropped the flag.
Holy. Shit.Having everyone see the silhouette of me giving head behind the American flag was one thing. I could have said it was an illusion, that I didn't really do it. But now, with the flag on the ground, everyone could clearly see that it was no illusion. I was on my knees, on stage, in front of thousands of live spectators and millions more on TV, with my lips wrapped around Bryce's penis.
Going For Gold - Chapter 40
Sunday
Bryce
Five Minutes Earlier
The spotlights followed Alina and two of the backup dancers walking to the front of the stage, effectively making the rest of us on the stage invisible. As the dancers pulled an American flag in front of Alina and the music cut out, I ducked off stage. I had to get to my phone so I would be ready to send Em a warning if Alina didn't win gold. Although at this point, I thought she had a pretty good shot. She had gone all out to win, even taking her bra off. It made me incredibly jealous that everyone got to see her beautiful breasts, but if her taking her bra off got her closer to the gold and Em closer to safety, I wasn't going to argue. And I certainly didn't mind the view of her spectacular tits, so perky and full. I hoped I would see more of them, not covered by pasties, later that night.
I got a few funny looks from stagehands as I sprinted over to the bag I had hidden behind some props. If they hadn't been watching the performance, I could see why they'd be shocked to see a nude, fully erect man running around backstage.Oh well.Covering myself was of secondary importance to making sure I had a way of contacting Em. I fumbled around in the bag until my hand hit my phone.
Someone patting me on the back startled me.
"Dude, that was great!" said Tim.
Of course it's Tim. Who else would pat a naked man on the back?"Think it was enough to win gold?" I asked as I pulled Em's contact info up on my phone.
"Maybe. Alina did a kickass job, especially with only a few days of practice. And you did great not freaking out when your suit tore open."
