Fake Bride

by Willow Cravings

  “Don't worry about any of that, Charlotte. We're here for you to compete. You could've shown up in pajamas and it would be fine. Don't focus on anything else.”

  He was right. I was being silly about my appearance. There were more important things to worry about.

  We were seated at the Asian restaurant and the menu was all foreign to me. “Can you understand any of this?” I asked Sebastian.

  He shook his head. Luckily a waiter came over and gave us menus with English on it. It was a lifesaver even though I hadn't heard of most of the dishes they were serving.

  “Chicken should be safe, right?” I asked.

  “I hope so because that's the only thing that looks good here.”

  We chatted about him going to college and what he was going to do now. I liked that I wasn't the center of attention. Taking a break from constantly thinking about the competition was driving me a little crazy.

  It was even crazier because this kind of felt like a date. I'd always thought Sebastian was incredibly attractive but I never thought of him in that way.

  My feelings were slowly changing. I couldn't help but blush every time he smiled my way.

  After dinner, we stopped in the lobby to say our goodbyes. I wouldn't be able to see him for the next couple days while I prepped for my jumps.

  “Do you want to go up to my room for a drink?” Sebastian asked.

  The temptation was right there for the taking.

  I knew what would happen if I went up to his room. It was forbidden and should never happen. At least that's what always stopped me before of ever developing feelings for him. Now I don't know if could stop them.

  But that's not why I told him no. I knew that if we walked down this path, I'd never be able to stay focused for my event. I might as well go home right now.

  There would always be time later for us to explore our feelings.

  Now was not the time.

  But afterwards...

  “I have to prepare for the event, Sebastian.”

  He put his hands up in surrender. “Say no more, Charlotte. You need to be at your best. Don't let me bring you down.”

  “Do you have your ticket for the event?” I asked.

  Sebastian produced the ticket from his wallet. “I'm all set to see you kick ass.”

  “I'll see you there then.”

  “I won't be able to see you before you compete. Remember that I'm proud of you no matter what. Focus on that win and you'll have that medal.”

  I had to leave before he made me break down and cry. I waved goodbye and took the bus for the Olympic village.

  On the ride back, my mind turned to the competition. Time to put my game face on.

  Chapter Three

  The next couple days was a blur of exercising and trying out test runs. The mountain was incredibly cold and the snow hard as ice.

  The high winds didn't help either. Sometimes they could carry you a lot farther and sometimes they'd push you back. The score you received always took into account if the wind was in your favor or against you.

  On the day of the competition, I was couldn't stop pacing from nervousness. It felt so easy just to run away and forget about the whole thing.

  Then I remembered that Sebastian was here to see me win a medal. I needed to make him proud.

  My first two competition jumps were just okay: seventy-five and seventy-three kilometers. But they were enough to get me into the final round which surprised me. I actually had a shot of getting a medal.

  I sat at the top of the hill during my first jump of the finals admiring the view of the city below. I congratulated myself for getting this far. I had to admit that it was a hell of a run.

  The timer turned green and began to count down from ten. I took a deep breath and made sure my goggles were on correctly. I stood up from the bench and bent my knees as my body was propelled down the ramp.

  I hit the exit and pushed off, extending my feet. My body faced forward with my arms straight and hands slightly behind me. The wind ripped around me as I soared through the sky. Everything went quiet. I could see where I wanted to land and realized that I was going to be too short.

  I set my skis down onto the snow and balanced myself on the landing. Seventy-six meters wasn't good enough for a medal yet. I would need to get eighty or higher to get on the podium.

  I skidded into the open snow and the crowd cheered, “USA!” over and over again. I tried to see if Sebastian was in the audience somewhere but there were too many people.

  I started to walk towards the lift back up the mountain when I heard my name. “Go Charlotte!”

  I turned and saw Sebastian in the front row of the crowd cheering for me. I ran to him and gave him a hug over the barrier. “I'm so glad you're here, Sebastian.”

  He smiled with those perfectly white teeth. “I wouldn't miss this for the world. You're first jump was really good.”

  I shook my head. “I'm not getting enough air. I don't think I'll be in a position to medal. At least not how I'm jumping right now.”

  “I believe in you, Charlotte. You still have one run left and nothing to lose. Give it all you got!” Sebastian put his fist up.

  I nodded and put my goggles back on. I wasn't going to let this mountain break me. I took the lift back up and readied myself for my last jump. The one that could change everything.

  Finally it was my turn. I took in a slow breath and held it in my lungs. I visualized the jump, going through all the motions, and sticking the landing. It was never that difficult in my head.

  I sat down at the gate and put my skis in the grooves of the ramp that ran the entire length. I slid my skis back and forth to get them ready.

  The timer beeped and it was time to go. An image of Sebastian appeared before my eyes. My confidence was restored a thousand percent.

  I launched off the bench and sped down the ramp, hitting the jump so hard that I thought I was going fly to straight up.

  The scenery zoomed by me and I could see my landing spot up ahead. I was going further than my previous runs. My body slowly fell from the sky and I gracefully landed on the soft snow, my arms out just a little to keep myself upright.

  I hit eighty-five meters. My jaw dropped. That was so fucking far. But it wasn't all about the distance. I still had to wait for my score.

  I stood patiently wondering what the announcers for TV were saying right about now. They had watched my entire jump and probably found every fault.

  I wasn't even able to see my score when I was clobbered with hugs and congratulations. I didn't know what was happening.

  Sebastian had jumped the barrier and draped an American flag around me. “You did it, Charlotte! You won gold!”

  My eyes slowly blinked. My brain couldn't process all the information so fast. Shock had set in. Could it really possible?

  Sebastian took me in his arms and raised me high in the air. I pumped my arms up and screamed at the top of my lungs.

  Dreams do come true.

  The next thing I knew, I was resting my head on Sebastian's shoulder in the back of a taxi on the way to his hotel. The heavy gold medal hung around my neck and I couldn't stop looking at it.

  “It's so beautiful,” I said, turning the round trophy around in my hands.

  “You deserve it,” Sebastian said. “All that hard work paid off. Can you believe you're an Olympic gold medalist?”

  “This doesn't seem real. Could it all be a dream?” I lifted my head and looked in Sebastian's eyes. They were so dreamy.

  “Only one way to find out.”

  He kissed me and confirmed that it had to be a dream.

  Chapter Four

  All those pent up emotions for Sebastian were finally released through my lips. He embraced me as our tongues met. I swelled with excitement and didn't think that this moment could get any better.

  Then I remembered the gold medal around my neck.

  This was going to be the best night of my life.

  We raced up to Sebast
ian's hotel room, ignoring the elevator and taking the stairs. We jumped the steps two at a time until we got to his floor. He kissed me again as we walked down the hallway. We stopped in our tracks and Sebastian pushed me against the wall.

  A devious grin stretched across his face. “Your lips taste so good.”

  My chest heaved in and out. I looked to my left and right to see if anybody was around. Sebastian was on me again, holding my hands above my head as he kissed me. We might not have made it to his hotel room if it wasn't for a bellboy walking down the hallway with a tray of food.

  Sebastian backed off me and acted proper. We walked slowly to his hotel room and he opened the door. We walked into the bedroom and I took off my gold medal. I set it softly down on the nightstand. I pulled my USA beanie off and tried to fix my hair with my fingernails. I knew it was hopeless.

  “I've been wanting to do this for so long,” I said.

  Sebastian looked visibly frustrated. “I wanted to touch you but I knew it wasn't allowed. You have no idea how many times I touched myself to you.”

  I bit my bottom lip. Imagining Sebastian stroking himself to the thought of fucking me was such a big turn on. “Why don't you show me what you would do if I wasn't here tonight.”

  Sebastian liked this idea. He stripped out of his winter clothes and started to unbuckle his pants. I sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him pull down his blue jeans. A hard thick cock popped out. He was more magnificent than I ever imagined.

  “You're so big,” I said with my hand over my mouth. I tried to figure out the logistics of fitting a log that huge inside me. It didn't seem possible.

  Sebastian lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow. His rod stood straight up, pulsing as he gripped it. Sebastian looked at me as he began to stroke from the tip all the way down to his base.

  Goosebumps formed on my arms and I quivered at the sight of him. He was so fucking sexy. The wetness between my thighs was a testament to that.

  Sebastian started to rub his shaft faster. “Take off your clothes,” he groaned.

  I stood up and faced Sebastian on the bed. I started with my puffy jacket, slowly unbuttoning it and pulling my arms out. This was going to take awhile with all the layers that I was wearing. My red, white, and blue wool sweater underneath had USA stitched on it. I pulled it over my head and took off a tight shirt along with it.

  Finally I was down to my red sports bra that pushed my big breasts down. I didn't want my fun bags to create too much drag. I always wondered if I could do better if they were smaller.

  Now I knew it didn't matter since I won the top spot in the sport.

  “You're so hot,” Sebastian said, stroking fast, stopping, and then starting again. His eyes never left my body while I undressed. I pulled down my ski pants and then the black tights along with them. All that was left was the bra, panties, and thick socks.

  “Do you want to see these tits?” I asked, squeezing them in my sports bra.

  “Oh fuck, show me those titties,” he moaned, rocking his rod hard.

  I stretched the bra out and lifted it up and over my heavy breasts. They exploded outwards. I ran my hand along my chest. “Don't come too soon, Sebastian. We haven't even started yet.”

  He jerked his penis two more times and let go, letting his cock throb in place. “Take off your panties and get over here and ride my cock.”

  My head buzzed with excitement. I pulled my red panties down my ankles and kicked them across the room and hit Sebastian in the face. I laughed until he took them in his hand and stuffed his nose in them.

  “You're pussy smells so good.”

  My heart rate spiked. I couldn't believe this man! “You're so dirty,” I said. I got on the bed and started to crawl towards Sebastian. I was almost completely naked except for my USA socks.

  Sebastian stopped me after I threw the socks over the bed. “Put on that gold medal,” he whispered.

  “Are you serious?” I asked, looking over the medal on the nightstand. It was so shiny and beautiful.

  “Damn right I'm serious. You're an Olympic champion and you're going to fuck me like an Olympian now.”

  I slide over the side of the bed and picked up the heavy medal in my hand. I put it around my neck and it sat nicely on my large boobs. It was a little cold at first but my skin got used to it. “How do I look?”

  Sebastian sat up and reached out for the medal. His fingers dragged along it and then found my breasts. “You look so good.” He pinched my nipples until they hardened to his touch.

  I held his hands to my breasts and let him fully feel me up. I gripped his way too thick cock with my other hand and stroked him. A bead of pre-cum sat on his tip. He was ready for me.

  “Fuck me now, Charlotte. I need you now.”

  Chapter Five

  I lifted my leg over Sebastian and I mounted him. I pressed his cock flat with his body and pushed my wet pussy against him, sliding up and down his shaft.

  Sebastian arched his back and shoved his head into the pillow. “You feel so good against me. Let me feel your pussy.”

  I lifted up and guided his massive manliness into me, lowering down until he filled me up completely. “You're way too big!” I cried out.

  “Oh baby, you're so tight around my cock.” His hands grasped my hips and slammed me down on him, pushing deeper into me.

  I propped myself up by putting my hands on his pecs that were as hard as stone. I popped my ass up and down, letting Sebastian slide in and out of me. The pleasure climbed higher and higher. “I'm close, Sebastian.”

  “Come for me, Charlotte.” Sebastian said, his hands moving up and pressing my tits together. His mouth found my nipples and I came undone, coming all around Sebastian.

  I lost control of my body and Sebastian had to take over, thrusting into me, his cock fucking me hard. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

  Sebastian lifted me off him and threw me down on the bed. I had barely recovered from the intense orgasm when Sebastian tugged at my ass bringing me onto my hands and knees.

  “This ass is so trim,” he said, slapping my cheeks.

  I turned my head to look back at him. “Please fuck me, Sebastian. I need you inside me right now.”

  Sebastian slapped my ass once more before cramming his gargantuan cock back into me, stretching my pussy even more than before. He sank into me until his hips met my ass. Sebastian wound back and crashed into me again.

  “Oh fuck, I'm going to come again!” I yelled.

  All my senses were heightened as my body was destroyed by convulsions. I clenched around Sebastian's rod and he groaned.

  He wouldn't be able to last much longer.

  “Pull my hair,” I ordered him.

  Sebastian grabbed a hold of my pigtails and pulled my head back. He used the leverage to fuck me even harder. My tits bounced back and forth, the gold medal hitting my chest with every thrust. My body wouldn't be able to take much more.

  “I'm going to come,” Sebastian howled as he pounded me from behind.

  “Come deep inside me, Sebastian!”

  Sebastian found his climax, shooting his warm cum inside me. His hips bounced off my ass, unloading his seed.

  My release hit me like a ton of bricks. “I'm coming!” Sebastian tugged on my hair harder. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I found nirvana.

  His thrusts began to slow down, the last of his semen spurting out. Sebastian let go of my hair and my head fell forward.

  Sebastian pulled out and fell down next to me. I couldn't hold myself up any longer and tipped over into Sebastian's arms. “My skin is tingling all over,” I said.

  He pressed his naked body against mine and pulled the covers half-way over us. I snuggled up onto his chest. His breathing lifting my head up and down.

  “I don't think I've ever come that much ever,” Sebastian said. He raked his fingers through my hair.

  “That was the best moment of my life,” I said exasperated.

  “
Even better than your medal win?” He grabbed my medal and examined it closely, weighing it in his hand.

  “Okay maybe the second best moment of my life. A close second,” I replied.

  “So a silver medal then?”