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It’s past 11. An early night in for a normal bye week, but not quite so early when it’s All Stars and they’ve got their final match tomorrow. Europe vs America. How gauche. Liliya’s been in the U.S. for a couple of years now, but it never gets less weird to have Russia lumped in as part of the West. Liliya’s fingers are twitching around the screen of her iPhone 3. She’s been debating ducking out to the balcony for a cigarette for the last half hour. It’s against the hotel policy but she doesn’t give a fuck. The only reason she’s hesitating is—
You’re not supposed to smoke here.
Dark brown eyes with long straight lashes, angled downwards, pointing to a smattering of freckles across high cheekbones. Jane Hollander’s ever so slightly nasal Canadian twang, prissy and uptight as she tells off a complete stranger. All of that carefully controlled power had fallen to the side in room 1410 as she rubbed herself off on Liliya’s thigh. So wet that when Liliya had pulled her jeans back on, they’d stuck to her skin.
She hadn’t been thinking when she’d given Jane her room number tonight. 1221. Not about their teammates or the cameras or even the stupid shooting competition. Couldn’t think of anything but having Jane squirming on her sheets again, that long, glossy black hair fanned out on the starched white pillows. She’s fucked many other people in the six months since she had Jane Hollander, but the fantasies keep drifting back to the same place when Liliya finds herself alone with her hand between her thighs.
Technically, Jane might not even come. She didn’t say that she would, or give anything away in her body language. Maybe Liliya is scrolling through Twitter for nothing, when she should be resting for the final exhibition match tomorrow. But she can’t take the risk of stepping outside for a smoke, not when it means she might miss Jane’s presumably timid little knock. She’s so nervous and so politely Canadian, she’d probably only tap on Liliya’s door twice and then give up and walk back to her room if Liliya didn’t open immediately. Liliya wonders if Jane would turn and leave with a wet spot on her panties, already so wound up from the idea of hooking up again that when she got back to her room, the evidence of her wanting would be unmistakable on her sensible cotton underwear.
Liliya rubs her legs together.
“She might not even come,” she breathes to herself.
The Russian comes to her easier than it has lately, since she’s been using it non-stop with her other Slavic teammates this weekend. She’s got Svetoslav in Boston but they don’t see each other all the time. He keeps himself busy with his studies and she’s always travelling for hockey. Her life is pretty much all-English, all the time. She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed the sounds of her mother tongue until this weekend. It’s why she’d been so thrown by that long-winded question from the reporter. Lulled back into her comfort zone with her team, it had taken her a few long moments to switch back over to English. And then, in the middle of her embarrassment, a little tap of a heel against hers under the table.
With Rozanova’s permission…
God, Liliya hopes that Jane shows.
Tap-tap-tap.
Liliya’s body snaps to attention at the faint sound from her door. The relief and the anticipation mix in her gut, driving her off the bed and up to her feet. She walks across slowly, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. Jane likes her in charge, she reminds herself, cool, suave and collected. Liliya rolls her head around her neck, shakes out her wrists in anticipation.
Knock-knock-knock.
She can’t stop the wolfish grin spreading across her face as she hears Jane's knuckles against the door. This time, it’s loud and crisp. Unmissable. Not a shy wilting flower, slinking back down the hall the way she’d imagined. No, Jane wants this. And she wants it badly. Liliya swaggers the rest of the way to the door, leading with her hips and pushing her hair back to show off her collarbones. She doesn’t bother to check the peephole, just throws the lock open and steps back to let Jane in.
There’s a flurry of movement as Jane rushes into the room. She’s all but a blur of long, dark hair, tied up in a neat, high ponytail as she spins on her heel and uses her body weight to slam the door behind her with a resonating thud. She crashes back onto it, letting it hold her up for support. For someone so tightly-wound and controlled, it’s almost theatrical. Far more attention-grabbing than just closing the door behind her like a normal person. Jane’s fingers are spread wide against it, knuckles white with tension.
“Is someone chasing you?” Liliya can’t resist joking.
Jane’s nostrils flare, thick eyebrows knitting together as she makes burning eye contact.
“I’m standing in the hall like an idiot,” she snaps, “Stacey Hunter is right next door.”
Liliya shrugs. It’s a coordinated move, just enough to let her slouchy sweater roll down one shoulder. Jane’s eyes dart to the newly-revealed skin. Gotcha. Liliya raises her chin, letting her hair shift behind her. Under her own roaring pulse in her ears, she can hear Jane swallow.
“Fuck it,” Jane breathes, and she launches herself forwards.
Their bodies slam into each other, Jane’s hands grabbing at Liliya’s face as Liliya’s go for Jane’s waist. She should be making fun of how desperate Jane is for it, especially after her pissy little attitude, but fuck if Liliya hasn’t needed this just as badly. She reaches up underneath Jane’s hoodie, fighting with the oversized garment and then her cotton t-shirt until her thumbs are smoothing over burning hot skin. Jane moans as Liliya rubs over her hip bones, across her taut stomach. All she can focus on is the feel of soft skin under her searching hands as they move backwards onto the bed.
Liliya spins them so that Jane’s back hits the bed first. Jane barely seems to notice that she’s horizontal. Her long, clever fingers go straight to Liliya’s sweater, pushing it up to no avail. Liliya takes pity on her and pulls the offending garment up over her head. Jane’s breath leaves her in a heavy exhale as she takes in Liliya’s black mesh bralette. Really, it’s best suited to someone with a smaller chest, but Liliya has never let that stop her. Her breasts spill up over the wireless cups. Her moles are visible through the translucent mesh, but her nipples are so pale they’re almost hidden. Jane surges up to put her mouth on Liliya’s chest but Liliya stops her.
“No, you first.”
Jane blinks twice. Like she’s forgotten that she also has to be undressed. Liliya feels a smirk curl her lip. Just like the first time, she thinks. You saw me in the showers. Yes, and I want more.
Liliya steps out of her shorts while Jane peels off her hoodie and shirt. She’s wearing a plain grey sports bra, the kind of thing that Liliya sees every day in the locker room. She can just see where Jane’s dark nipples are pushing through the thin cotton. It makes her mouth water. It takes both of them to wiggle Jane out of her skinny jeans, revealing a matching pair of knickers. Sensible, bikini-cut, just like last time. Liliya’s going to start getting wet when she walks past the underwear in Costco at this point. The light grey is unforgiving, and Liliya can already make out the first hint of wetness seeping through.
“Rozanova,” Jane urges, wrapping her arms around Liliya’s shoulders and pulling her closer.
Her name is a siren call from Jane’s lips. Liliya can’t resist leaning down to kiss her, slipping her tongue into Jane’s mouth as she slots her thigh in between Jane’s, right up against her core where she’s hot and damp. Sometimes, she wishes she had a dick just so she could get inside Jane another way. Jane moans into Liliya’s mouth as she starts to grind herself up on Liliya’s thigh. It’s how they got off together last time, after the commercial. But Liliya is greedy, she wants more.
Hauling herself up onto her elbows, she takes in the sight of Jane beneath her. It makes her feel insane, watching Jane’s chin jerk forward. Trying to chase her kisses. Jane’s mouth is hanging open, breathing heavily. Her eyes are almost black with desire. Liliya wants to give her everything.
“How do you like your pussy touched?”
A dark flush spreads over Jane’s cheeks at the question, almost making her freckles disappear.
“You can’t just say stuff like that,” she protests weakly.
“Yes, I can,” Liliya rolls her eyes, “I know you like rubbing on me but what else? When you fuck other people, what do you like?”
Jane squirms where she’s pinned between Liliya’s legs.
“Is not a difficult question, Hollander.”
“I haven’t really, uh,” Jane swallows thickly, turning her head to the side so she can avoid Liliya’s gaze, “enjoyed it all that much before.”
Liliya feels her cunt clench at the words. They’ve had sex all of one time and Liliya is Jane’s favourite fuck. God, she’s going to become insufferable after this. She pushes aside the ego boost, laser-focused on her mission.
“Boys can be useless at fucking, I know,” she dismisses, “But what about when you are touching yourself, hmm?”
“I don’t,” Jane snaps.
Liliya’s eyes widen. She has to look up at the headboard, away from Jane’s beautiful, frowning face, as she processes this information. When she’s had a second, she leans down and presses a kiss to Jane’s neck. Even though Jane’s body is all tense and awkward beneath her, she lolls her head to the side to give Liliya more room.
“What, you think it’s gay to touch pussy even if it’s yours?” Liliya asks against her skin, trailing her kisses up to Jane’s ear, “Because coming all over my leg last time was also pretty gay.”
“I’m leaving,” Jane surges upwards.
It takes all of her body strength, but Liliya pins Jane’s hips down with her weight, reaching up to grab Jane’s wrists and press them into the mattress.
“You don’t want to leave,” Liliya corrects her.
Jane blinks up at her, eyes hooded with want as soon as she felt Liliya’s resistance to her movement. Even half-closed, Liliya swears that her eyes shine. It makes Liliya want to wreck her. It’s completely unacceptable that this night ends any other way.
“I said that I want to,” Jane repeats, “You should let me up.”
The words are almost funny. The only thing stubborn about Jane right now are the syllables in her mouth and the set of her jaw. Behind where Liliya is sat over her lap, she can feel Jane’s thighs drifting wide and welcoming. Her hands have gone slack under Liliya’s grip. Her head is easing back onto the pillows, settling in. Waiting. Wanting.
Liliya takes her mouth again. Jane opens willingly, sucking on Liliya’s tongue. They kiss and kiss until they’re both breathless. Until Jane is boneless and compliant beneath her. Until there is no chance of her shifting out from Liliya’s grip, up from this bed. She’s lost track of time with how long they’ve been kissing, but Jane still follows her when Liliya pulls back. Like she does every time. Like Liliya is the only one who knows how to kiss her properly. How to make her body sing. Liliya runs her tongue over her swollen bottom lip.
“I know what I want to do to you,” she decides.
Then, she pulls away from Jane completely. Jane sits up and draws one knee up to her chest. Some of her hair has escaped its ponytail, it sticks to the side of her neck. As soon as she has space to breathe, it’s like the world catches up with her.
“Stacey Hunter is next door,” Jane reminds her.
“Okay,” Liliya says, “So moan really loud. Get her attention. She’s hot.”
She can feel Jane’s eyes on her as she walks over to the head of the bed. Liliya’s ass is the eighth wonder of the world — Svetoslav tells her as much every time she lets him fuck it — and she knows it looks particularly good in this thong. She makes no move to take it off as she sits up against the headboard. The sight of Jane crawling over to her would make a weaker man blow his load. Instead, Liliya eagerly welcomes her lapful of strong, warm hockey player. Jane swings her legs over Liliya’s hips and pulls her sports bra up and overhead. Her nipples are hard and dark. Jane’s areolas are smaller than Liliya’s but her actual nipples are larger, perfect brown mouthfuls. Liliya sucks one into her mouth and reaches for Jane’s ass, making Jane moan softly. Her fingers twist into Liliya’s hair, into the underside of it. The hidden, soft baby curls where her hair refuses to stay straight despite hundreds of dollars of chemical treatments. Jane’s hips set up a stuttered rhythm, pushing down onto Liliya’s lap and then back into her grasp.
Her grip on Jane’s ass is not gentle by any means. Liliya’s blunt nails dig into the taut skin, hoping that Jane will bruise like a peach. Her fingers search under her panties, pinkies tracing Jane’s crack. Jane shivers, pushing her chest further into Liliya’s eager mouth as one little pinky dances over the tight furl of her asshole. She wonders if Jane would let her inside.
“Fuck, Rozanova,” Jane breathes, stretching the Os out long and wide the English way.
Liliya pulls off her tits, admiring the way the light shines as it catches her spit. If they didn’t play a full body contact sport, she would suggest Jane get her nipples pierced. For a moment, she imagines the fat little buds with silver barbells through them, the sounds Jane would make if they were flicked and pulled. Liliya has to bite her own lip to bring herself back to the reality of the squirming woman in front of her.
“It is so nice to have you in my lap like this,” Liliya says, “But I want you to turn around.”
Jane cocks her head to the side, confused by the instruction. Liliya takes one hand off her ass and lifts it between their bodies, rotating her index finger in a little circle to illustrate. Jane huffs at her, but obeys. Always so eager to be led. At first, Jane tries to squeeze in between Liliya’s legs, keeping her own pressed tightly together.
“Take your panties off,” Liliya orders.
With trembling fingers, Jane slides them down her legs. She tosses them to the side quickly, but not quick enough for Liliya to miss the dark spot at the crotch of them.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” she purrs into Jane’s ear in Russian, delighting in the shiver it sends down Jane’s spine where it’s pressed up against Liliya’s tits.
Reaching down, Liliya lifts Jane’s heavy thighs so they’re hooked up and over Liliya’s own legs. When she kisses Jane’s neck, she can feel the heat of Jane’s blush there at being spread open so shamelessly.
“What are you going to do to me?” Jane stutters.
“I’m going to play with you until I learn what you like,” Liliya purrs her answer against the sensitive skin of Jane’s neck.
She brings her hand up to Jane’s puffy lips and lets her index and middle finger rest on that wide cupid’s bow.
“Get them wet,” she orders.
Jane opens her mouth before Liliya has even finished speaking. Inside, she’s burning hot. Her tongue rolls against the underside of Liliya’s fingers, mouth filling with spit as she hollows out her cheeks. Liliya can’t resist thrusting her fingers a few times, seeing just how far Jane is willing to take her. She can feel the rumble of Jane’s moans on her fingers. The vibration of it goes straight to her core and she feels herself clench tight. Liliya scrapes her teeth against Jane’s neck as she pulls her fingers out. They’re dripping as she brings them between Jane's legs.
The last time they fucked, Jane was waxed bare. Now, she’s got a cute little patch of neat black hair on top of her pussy. A massive improvement, in Liliya’s eyes. She wonders if her own bush provided some inspiration. Liliya loses a few drops of moisture in the straight, thick hair on her way down. She spreads the rest of it all over Jane’s cunt, grabbing the whole area in a possessive grip. Jane arches her back, pressing herself forwards into Liliya’s hold.
Knowing Jane doesn’t do this to herself makes Liliya tread slowly. She explores Jane’s centre, committing all the terrain to her mental map. She starts by sliding her fingers along the sides of Jane’s pussy, wide so that she misses her labia but gives a perfect tease. Jane’s breathing catches as Liliya strokes her first two fingers up and down, mixing the spit on her fingers with the wetness already starting to drip from Jane. The brown of her pussy is already starting to turn a deep mauve as it heats up with blood. Satisfied with the reaction, Liliya brings her fingers together and traces them down the seam of Jane’s cunt. Jane’s inner lips are the longest, so Liliya spreads her out wide, running along the silky soft skin inside her lips and up to her clit, already stiff and sticking out from its hood. She lets her thumb trace over the exposed bud and Jane brings her knees up in a full body flinch.
“Is okay?” Liliya asks softly.
“It’s just a lot,” Jane’s voice is thick with embarrassment.
“You’re very sensitive here,” Liliya observes, “Maybe this is better.”
Using her middle and index finger, she pinches Jane’s lips closed over the top of her clit, circling against the bud without touching it directly. Jane’s head falls back against Liliya’s shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” she moans.
This is Liliya’s favourite part of fucking women. Men are so, so easy. They like it hot and tight, fast and wet. Sure some guys prefer mouths, and some prefer asses, but the mechanism of getting them off is essentially the same each time. Liliya’s fucked girls with huge lips and no lips. Girls who can only come from their clits — like Liliya herself — and ones who need penetration or they can’t get off. Who love head but hate fingers, or the other way around. Ones who only go crazy when she shows them her extensive strap collection. It’s always on her to figure out what makes them tick, what makes them wet. Balancing control and exploration is a tightrope to walk, but Liliya prides herself on marching right down the line. The way Jane is putty in her arms suggests she’s hitting the spot exactly.
Jane’s hips are grinding ceaselessly against Liliya’s hands. She lets herself be led by Jane’s movements, until she’s got them in the perfect spot. Lost in her pleasure, Jane’s hands are flapping around, directionless. She grasps at the meat of Liliya’s thigh, then up behind her to grab at Liliya’s hair. She seems to want everything, all at once. Liliya understands the feeling.
“Touch your tits for me,” Liliya says.
Jane blinks her eyes open and obeys. She squeezes at them like a stress ball, barely a handful each.
“Rozanova,” Jane gasps, “I think I’m going to come.”
Liliya increases the pressure of her circles against Jane’s clit. The hand on Jane’s thigh moves up, purposeful, seeking until it’s up against her dripping entrance. Liliya toys her fingertips through the mess, slick and easy. Jane’s moans pick up in volume and she tilts her hips so that Liliya is just barely breaching her.
“Oh! Oh shit, oh shit.”
Jane is hanging on the precipice, spine arched and knuckles white with the force of her grip on her chest. Liliya zeroes in on the way she’s got her nipples tucked between her knuckles, pinched in a bruising grip as her palm swallows her whole tit. She wants to bite down onto Jane’s neck, give her more of the pain she so clearly enjoys. But, no marks. Liliya curses under her breath in Russian. Suddenly, Jane’s brow furrows intensely, eyes squeezing shut as she comes. Liliya stops moving her hand — wary of overstimulation when Jane is so sensitive as it is — but keeps it pressed up against Jane, lets her slowly roll out the orgasm against the solid pressure.
The jerking tension from her orgasm settles into something soft as Jane melts back against Liliya again. She tilts her head back until she can get her lips onto Liliya’s neck, kissing and sucking along whatever skin she can find. It doesn’t matter if Liliya ends up with hickies. Everyone knows she fucks around. Liliya swallows down an irrational burst of jealousy and lets her left hand slide up Jane’s abs, between her tits and up to her neck. She cranes it where she wants it, stretching Jane in a way that is certainly uncomfortable so that she can lick her way into Jane’s mouth. Jane sighs contentedly into the kiss.
She lets Jane float in a false sense of security for a while. Waits until her breathing turns even, until she pulls back from the kisses far enough to mumble a beautiful little thank you against Liliya’s lips.
“Don’t thank me yet, Hollander,” Liliya scoffs, “We’re not done here.”
Jane blinks her big, brown eyes at her.
“You want me to—oh,” Jane cuts herself off with a gasp as Liliya slides a finger all the way into her cunt.
The force is purposeful, driving hard and steady and knocking the breath out of Jane’s lungs. It’s a bit of a gamble to assume that she’ll like this, but the way she’d rubbed herself on Liliya’s fingertips made her guess that Jane likes being filled. Or, that she’s about to learn that she likes it. Jane is hot and smooth around her finger. Her slick is thin and slippery, running down into Liliya’s palm below. Jane clenches down around the finger, but she’s not uncomfortably tight. There’s no resistance. Just an eager, hungry pussy.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Liliya says, almost conversationally, as she slowly draws her finger out.
When Jane opens her mouth to respond with some wasted agreement that Liliya can plainly see with her own eyes, she slams her finger back in. Hard enough that it aches in her wrist, that Jane’s body jolts against her and her hand meets Jane’s ass with a wet clap. Jane shudders against her, one hand flying down to grip at Liliya’s wrist. Her fingers are loose, though. Liliya’s arm easily slides through them to give another hard thrust of her finger. She wishes she could be in two places at once. Here, warm with Jane covering her body and clenching around her finger. But also down between her legs, with a front row seat to watch slick leak out of her twitching cunt as Liliya fucks it out of her. It’s a hard life.
She sets up a rhythm. Her hand isn’t moving fast, but each thrust is hard and deep. Jane’s hips match her, eagerly swallowing everything Liliya has to give. She’s a good girl though, doesn’t beg for more even though she clearly wants it. Liliya takes pity on her and slips another finger alongside the first.
“Yes, yes,” Jane breathes, “thank you, yes.”
With two fingers tucked up inside Jane, it’s easy for Liliya to flip her hand so that the heel of her palm is over Jane’s clit. With her left hand, she reaches to check that the top of Jane’s lips are still protecting it. Once she moves them back in place, she pushes her palm against her. More of the solid, warm pressure that Jane went crazy for before. It’s an awkward angle to thrust her fingers and keep her palm in place but she manages. Jane doesn’t seem to mind that she can’t drag her fingers out as far. Her cunt grips tight around them, almost trying to keep her from pulling out at all.
This time, Jane doesn’t need prompting to grip back onto her tits. She pinches her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Her thumbnail on each hand digs pale crescents into the tight buds, almost purple with all the blood flowing. God, Liliya wishes her teeth were there. She could probably draw blood and Jane would thank her sweetly. The thought is so hot, she bullies a third finger into Jane’s eager hole.
The sound that rips out of Jane’s throat is almost a sob, loud and echoing through the room. The hotel is expensive so hopefully the walls are soundproofed. If not, there’s no way Stacey Hunter didn’t hear that.
“I think I’ve figured you out, Hollander. You’re everyone’s good girl on the ice. Hardworking, polite, responsible,” Liliya grunts out each adjective as she punches up into Jane, “But they don’t know that you need to be split open, yes?”
“Please,” Jane gasps.
Liliya needs to get Jane back home to Boston. She’s got some seriously scary dildos in her collection. Ones that she can’t even use on herself, that she’ll never be able to use on anyone else again without thinking about how they belong breaking open Jane’s needy cunt. Jane’s eyes are wet, blinking a mile a minute to stop the tears from rushing down her cheeks as she fucks herself onto Liliya’s hand.
“Rozanova,” she moans, “Oh my god, you need to— wait, oh my god, stop!”
Normally, Liliya prides herself on being a responsible lover, even if she’s not particularly responsible anywhere else. She always uses condoms and gets tested regularly. She listens to her partners. But she can’t bring herself to listen to Jane right now.
“Why?” Liliya’s tongue wraps clumsily around the English, “Why stop?”
“I’m gonna fucking piss myself or something,” Jane’s voice is high, hysterical.
Liliya’s fingers miss a beat as she processes. Sweet Jane who never touches her own pussy. Who wouldn’t possibly know what else that feeling could be. She slows her fingers and grinds her palm against Jane’s stiff clit.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to squirt for me?”
“I— oh fuck, I don’t know,” Jane whimpers.
“Yes, I think you are,” Liliya speeds her hand back up, pushing through the ache that’s resonating through her joints, “What a clever little pussy.”
Jane’s right hand flies off her tit and wraps like a death-grip onto Liliya’s wrist. Her strong thighs come off Liliya’s and press tight together, Liliya’s hand trapped between. She locks Liliya in place deep inside herself. Jane doubles over, which is a shame because then Liliya can’t really see, but she more than feels it as a sudden rush of fluid gushes against her palm. Jane’s cunt is clenching hard enough that Liliya swears she feels a knuckle pop. Her orgasm lasts for an age, hips kicking in jerky, uncoordinated movements to keep the pleasure going.
Liliya can feel the way that she’s soaked through her panties and down onto the sheets below her. She rubs against the bed, closing her eyes tight against a sudden burning wave of arousal. Jane is too caught up in the last waves of her orgasm to notice. After a few dragged breaths, Jane rocks back upwards, spreading her knees just wide enough to free Liliya’s hand from its soaked prison. Immediately, Liliya brings her hand up to suck the taste off her fingers. Musky with just a tinge of salt-sweat.
Jane presses her mouth in too, licking over Liliya’s fingers and into her mouth. She twists her body around so her shoulders are facing Liliya, looking like she wants to straddle Liliya again. She can’t resist bringing her other hand to Jane’s exposed asscheek, palming at the smooth fullness of it.
“Please, let me touch you,” Jane mumbles against Liliya’s skin, “What do you want?”
Liliya drops her hand and sucks in a deep breath.
“I want,” the words come slowly, “you to show me what you’ve learned.”
Then, she takes her hands off of Jane completely. Liliya’s palms drop to the bed, no guidance for her. Jane’s brows twist in confusion but she slowly unravels herself back into Liliya’s lap so their wide shoulders are aligned again. Her knees sway back and forth in a way that’s almost childish before she tucks them back up and over Liliya’s legs. Her spine is stiff and awkward, in a way that’s more uncomfortable than unsure.
Liliya’s overshot it.
She brings one hand onto Jane’s thigh, pinning it up and wide as her hip flexor will allow. The other, she sets on Jane’s throat in a hot, branding claim. Her thumb tilts Jane’s chin back until she’s staring at the ceiling. Jane melts into the hold.
“You don’t need to see what you’re doing,” Liliya explains, “Just touch, like I did, until you feel good.”
“Okay,” Jane breathes obediently.
With her chin hooked over Jane’s shoulder, Liliya watches intently as Jane’s trembling fingers slide down her stomach to her pussy. She smooths her lips over her clit and rubs in little, tight circles. There’s no shift in her breathing, no twitching in her muscles to show that it’s hitting the same way as it was before. Still, Liliya keeps her mouth shut. It’s important that Jane learns. It’s fucking insane that she’s gone twenty years without touching her perfect pussy and making it come. If she never lets Liliya touch her again, at least she’ll have this.
There’s a few minutes of Jane rubbing ineffectually at herself, gradually growing more and more frustrated. She huffs up to the ceiling, wiggles her ass against the sheets.
“I think I already came too much,” Jane says, “I probably can’t again.”
“No,” Liliya says simply, “One more.”
“I don’t know.”
“I do,” Liliya insists, “Trust me. What you need is something inside.”
She’s gotten used to Jane following her instructions instantly, so Liliya finds her eyebrows twitching upwards in surprise as Jane hesitates.
“How many?” she asks shyly.
The deference makes Liliya dizzy. She swallows thickly, aware that Jane can probably feel it against her shoulder. It’s a miracle her voice comes out steady when she answers.
“You’re too hungry for just one,” the words somehow come out even and strong, “Start with two.”
More than watching Jane’s fingers go up inside herself, Liliya hears the movement. The slick, wet sound from below and the soft, relieved sigh from above. Jane mimics the way Liliya touched her, confident and strong. She’s holding her hand in a different position, ignoring her clit completely as she bullies her fingers into herself over and over.
“You know, your pussy is so different from mine,” Liliya says conversationally, “Even when I fuck men, I don’t really care about having something in me. Not like you. You’re so needy for it.”
“Yeah,” Jane moans, “Feels so fucking good.”
“Explain it to me.”
She hears the wet slap slap of Jane’s knuckles meeting her entrance as she rams herself, moving faster now.
“Sometimes I just,” Jane’s words are slow and fumbling even as her hands move fast and sure, “I can feel that I’m empty. Like there’s a spot up inside that I want to touch again and again, you know?”
Liliya doesn’t know. She’s never felt something like that. Jane Hollander is a fucking miracle, on the ice and here, in Liliya’s hotel bed.
“Show me your hand.”
Jane’s hips stutter but she obeys the command. Her pussy makes a wet squelching sound as she pulls her hand out and brings it up over her shoulder to Liliya’s face. Her fingertips have deep grooves in them, wrinkled from all of the moisture. Liliya collects a wad of saliva on her tongue and spits it onto Jane’s fingers. Jane gasps as the warm wet splatters onto her skin.
“Three now.”
When Jane shoves three fingers back into herself, she lets out a loud groan that echoes around Liliya’s big, empty hotel room. She squirms in Liliya’s hold, eager in her quest to get deeper, further, faster, more into her dripping cunt. Hit with a wave of inspiration, Liliya tucks her leg around Jane’s in a hold she thinks she saw once in a martial arts movie. Her leg is so much stronger than her arm, it spreads Jane wider. When Jane kicks out her own leg in shock, she can barely move it. With her now free hand, Liliya pinches one of Jane’s nipples. Her nails are shorter than Jane’s so she digs in as hard as she can, to try and get as close to the way Jane was touching herself earlier.
“Fuck! Oh, that’s so good,” Jane squeals as Liliya pinches her nipple raw.
There’s no fucking way Jane is walking out of Liliya’s room tonight without bruises on her tits. Liliya wants to see her beautiful face twisted up in a wince when she puts her neat little sports bra back on. Wants to see her limping as she sneaks back down the hall to the elevators. She needs something physical at the end of this hook up. Something to burn herself into Jane’s memory. To make her just like Liliya. Barely able to concentrate on the game they both love, because when she meets Jane’s dark eyes across centre ice, all she’s thinking is what they look like beading up with tears as she sobs out her orgasm.
Liliya tucks her elbow over the arm that Jane’s got hanging useless against her thigh to pin her in place even harder. The sounds of Jane fucking herself, of her gasping breath, are getting faster and faster. Liliya’s heartbeat is matching it. She can hear it rushing in her ears, feel it throbbing in her clit.
“That’s it,” she whispers in Russian, “Fuck that pussy the way it deserves.”
Jane’s mouth drops open in a voiceless scream as she comes. Liliya can feel her throat working against her hand even as no sound comes out. She doesn’t squirt again — a bit of a pity, because Liliya would’ve been able to actually see it this time — but the orgasm leaves her trembling, sighing happily as she relaxes against Liliya’s body. It takes her a lot longer to float back to reality after her third orgasm.
When she does, Jane rolls over in a surprisingly inelegant move so that she’s facing Liliya, still between her legs, with her palms pressed into the bed either side of Liliya’s wide hips. It’s a strange pose, a yoga one. Cobra, Liliya thinks it’s called. Jane’s sparkling eyes flutter shut as she leans forward to kiss Liliya. Her kisses are soft and warm. She presses a few to Liliya’s mouth before trailing down her neck. She looks up through her dark, straight lashes as she mouths at Liliya’s pale nipple through the thin mesh of her bralette.
“I want to make you come,” Jane mumbles wetly against the thin fabric.
“Hmm,” Liliya pushes some of the messy, escaped strands of Jane’s hair off of her sweaty neck.
Jane bites down on Liliya’s nipple, clearly displeased with the dismissal. Liliya just grins at her. She barely feels any sensation there, not even the sting of teeth.
“I’ll let you keep practicing on yourself—”
“Let me,” Jane interrupts with a scoff.
“— and show me that you’re better at it next time. Then maybe, you can touch my pussy.”
Jane reacts like a dog with a squirrel. She pushes herself back up fully on her strong arms so that they’re face to face again.
“Next time?” she repeats in shock.
It shoots a sudden flash of panic through Liliya, of being over presumptuous.
“Keep up, Hollander,” Liliya rolls her eyes, fighting to cover her nerves, “We play Montreal again in two weeks. Plenty of time to practice.”
Jane’s blush is still sitting high and pretty on her cheeks.
“Where, um,” she flicks her tongue out over her swollen bottom lip, “where would we meet, though?”
Liliya arches a perfectly manicured brow at her.
“You don’t have a house?”
“I’ve got an apartment—”
“So we meet there. We fuck. Easy.”
She can see the wheels turning in Jane’s head, spinning her out of the relaxed, boneless results of three orgasms. Liliya reaches up and slaps her on the ass, one hard, solid whack that reverberates throughout the room.
“Fuck,” Jane hisses through her teeth, more surprised than horny about the smack.
Smoothing her palm over the hot mark of her hand print, Liliya tuts at Jane.
“No worrying, Hollander, do not ruin all of our hard work tonight. Go shower, you’re dripping down to your fucking knees.”
To prove her words, Liliya lets her hand trace down the wet skin of Jane’s inner thigh. She smears the slick down across the still-trembling muscle, then back up again. Jane’s breath catches when Liliya grips at her asscheek, bracing herself eagerly for another slap. Liliya doesn’t give it to her. She doesn’t want to spoil her, after all.
“Off you go, Hollander,” Liliya commands.
With shaky legs, Jane gets onto her knees and climbs onto the mattress. She’s unselfconscious as she makes her way to the little ensuite. As she should be, with a perfect ass like that. At the doorway, she hovers for a second to look back at Liliya. She makes a shooing motion at Jane, and is rewarded by a wide grin even as Jane rolls her pretty eyes at her.
As soon as she hears the shower switch on, Liliya rolls over, prone onto the mattress. Her face is in the wet spot. She can smell Jane’s sweet pussy, and her own, lingering in the sheets.
“Godspodi,” she hisses, shoving her hand between her legs.
She slaps at her aching clit a few times, sharp, stinging smacks. She’s so fucking close she probably doesn’t need it, but it always makes her blood run hotter. Her fingers rub over her clit in frantic circles, tight and quick. It only takes a few moments for her to come with a muffled groan into the mattress.
By the time Jane’s out of the shower, Liliya’s made herself presentable again. The black mesh of her lingerie is infinitely more forgiving than Jane’s grey underwear, so she stays in it, shamelessly showing off the curves of her body to Jane’s wandering eyes. She gets her wish as Jane struggles into her sports bra, the thin cotton sticking to her damp skin and chafing over her abused nipples. They look darker than usual, the start of bruising already showing through her tanned skin. Jane pulls on her hoodie, but bunches the shirt up and tucks it into the pocket. Spends long minutes wiggling back into her trendy skinny jeans, the whole time sneaking glances under her eyelashes at Liliya’s tits, her shoulders, her ass.
“Your phone,” Liliya holds her hand out when Jane is all dressed and ready to leave.
“What?”
Liliya rolls her eyes.
“Come on, give.”
Jane fishes it out of her back pocket and unlocks it. Liliya doesn’t snatch it out of her palm but it’s a close thing. She opens Jane’s texts and her fingers fly over the little Blackberry keys as she types a message to her own number.
Montreal, 2 weeks. Cant wait to see u Ilya.
“Ilya?” Jane reads over her shoulder.
“Yes,” Liliya says as she pulls out her own phone.
“What will I be?” Jane watches as Liliya saves the new contact.
Liliya looks up at her with a smirk.
“Shane.”