Page 90 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"No. I think someone sabotaged them," he replied.

"Gabriela. That bitch!" I looked over to the side stage. Gabriela was standing there in her thong and pasties with a stupid smirk on her face. First she stole my boyfriend to mess with my head before our volleyball match, and now she sabotaged the costumes for my dance. I can't let this bitch win gold.

The music cut out and the crowd cheered. But they weren't cheering nearly as loud as they did for Gabriela. It was obvious that she was going to get the gold and Brazil was going to win the medal count, and it was all my fault.

"Think I did enough to win?" I asked.

"You did incredible, Alina. But honestly, no. I mean, Gabriela made out with someone at the end of her dance and only got a 15 for sensuality."

"Shit, we should have put a kiss in."

"There's still time."

"Okay, take your mask off."

"That's too complicated. And anyway, you're going to have to outdo Gabriela in order to beat her." He glanced down at his erection.

What?! "You want me to give you a blowjob in front of thousands of people?" Shit, maybe he wasn't joking about not waiting to get off stage before fucking me.

He shrugged. "They'll just be able to see the shadow behind the flag. If anyone asks, you can just say you didn't actually do it."

"No way, Bryce."

"Alright. I guess silver is pretty good."

I looked over at Gabriela again. Chris was standing next to her and she was saying something to him. My blood started to boil. I couldn't imagine Gabriela up on that gold podium looking down at me with my silver. Again.

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.

"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!?"

"Yeah, I'm not Bryce. That's Bryce." He pointed to the guy holding the other side of the flag.

"Shit, are you serious?" 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."

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.

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.

I immediately pulled back. "What the hell, Bryce?"

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