They clink glasses.Her earrings, my earrings, catch the light when she laughs.I’m already halfway out of my chair, ready to intercept—too scared she’ll leave me standing again.
But she comes back.
Doesn’t sit.Just leans close enough for her breath to brush my ear.
“Thomas.I want to leave.You’re coming?”
Not a question.Not a tease.A command.
I’m already moving.No words.No goodbyes.
My blood’s molten, my hands tight with restraint, my legs itching to run her through the dark streets back to the hotel, press her into the door, and taste every inch I’ve missed.
Medals?Cameras?Models?
They never stood a fucking chance.
***
Katharina
We hold hands as we leave the party, walking in silence.Our hotel is near, a little perk of being a part of the home nation.But still it feels too far.
We face the open door with a lobby full of people we need to cross.
I turn to look at him and notice his hard cock trying to burst out of the tuxedo pants.
I smile.I love the effect I have on him.
He drags me aside, pinning me to the wall, pushing his sculpted body against mine.
Our mouths collide, one of his hands tangled in my hair, pushing my head closer to him, the other still grasping my wrist as if scared I might flee at any moment.
I can feel his erection nudging my crotch, and the heat between my legs answers his call.He traces his lips along my neck, and I moan loud as his nose nuzzles my ear and his hot breath warms my skin.
“We cannot be here,” I whisper.“Someone will see us.”
“I know,” he says, his voice raspy.“But I can´t wait.I won´t.”
His hands run up my thighs, and he groans as his fingers touch my garters.
I guess he did not know about those.
“You´re impossible, Kat,” he whispers, grasping my bare ass.“I want to fuck you so much my balls hurt.”
He slides his hand between my thighs and cups my pussy with his palm.The gesture is so possessive that I bite his shoulder to stifle the moan.
“Thomas, we have to hide somewhere,” I say, panic reaching my voice, because he slides one finger in my cunt and drives the wetness in and out.A moment longer, I won´t know where I am, won´t care who can see us.
I gather the last remaining shred of will, stand tall, and stop his hand.
He looks at me, breathing fast, and finally nods.
I look around and notice the dark window of the ski room.
“It seems the techs are celebrating,” I imply.
“They are,” he says, adjusting my skirt.“I saw the team at the party.Good idea.Let´s go.”
