Page 11 of On Thin Ice

I reach out and leave a pat-pat on her ass. “Touché,” I say and yank the locker room door open, leaving Callie wide eyed and probably horny from my ass grope.

I’ve been dying to feel her ass in my hand since the moment I met her and it felt even better than I’d ever imagined. It was hard to leave it at a pat and not just grab hold of it and lift her to my waist, kissing her so hard she forgets how to breathe.

But I guess I can save that for another day.

Chapter 10

Callie

It’s Friday thank god, which means I have a day off from training. The problem is that all I want to do is get fucked into Sean’s mattress now, he has left me in a near constant horny state with no way of satisfaction. I have a special friend that I keep in my drawer but for the last week it’s just not be satisfying me the way I'm craving. I let myself lie in this morning, which I almost never do, but Molly offered to go out and get us some breakfast so I took her up on the offer and stayed in bed until 10am. I’ve been trying to study since midday but I just can’t focus, my mind keeps going back to Sean’s miraculous body yesterday. I know I shouldn’t have looked, I'm just making life more difficult for myself but I couldn’t help it. He stood there, completely bare looking like he was carved from stone and my brain just wouldn’t let me look away. I did keep my eyes away from his dick though, knowing for a fact if I looked at that I would have to have it, I'm not known for my strong willpower so I try not to tempt myself any more than necessary. I kept my eyes firmly on his rock hard chest and rugged, yet boyishly handsome face, plus I couldn’t keep my gaze from landing on his dimples. Those fucking dimples. However, since then I’ve been practically dripping from the inside of my thighs, desperate for some sort of relief.

By 5pm I’m squirming in my seat at the kitchen island, trying desperately to focus on my coursework and tapping away on my laptop. The words I’m typing aren’t even making sense, I can’t concentrate when all of my blood is between my legs right now. Molly is under a blanket on the sofa behind me, watching a trashy reality show that she constantly begs me to watch with her and Anais is at the opposite side of the island, cramming fruit into a blender. I slam my laptop shut and jump down from the bar stool I’ve been sat on for the last three hours, my ass is numb and I stretch my arms above my head.

“Anyone want a smoothie?” Anais says, licking the purple mixture from her fingers.

Molly jumps up from the sofa. “Oh yes please, I’ll have one. I need an energy boost before my evening run.”

The girl runs competitively and even when she’s supposed to be resting, all she wants to do is run, she’s like a dopamine addict but I guess I'm one to talk, I love the rush of flying through the air too.

“I’m good,” I say, shaking my head but smiling at Anais with gratitude. “I think I'm gonna take a quick nap.”

I walk down the hallway and round the corner to my room, letting the door click shut behind me and making sure to slide the lock into place. I don’t need any distractions, I just need a huge, relief filled orgasm and then I'll feel better. I don’t need Sean with his smug face and painfully beautiful grin…God, he’s so annoying. I lay back and yank my shorts down to my ankles, reaching down and letting my cold fingers explore. It doesn’t take long for the heavy orgasm to build and just as I'm about to come it vanishes, like it ran away and took every ounce of my patience with it. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath and pick up the pace with my fingers. I circle my clit and before I can stop it, Sean’s face fills my mind. His deep voice calling me a good girl and causing the orgasm to quickly pick up speed. The more I try to force him out of my mind, the more intense my images of him become. Now I'm imagining his face between my thighs, his tongue tracing the outline of my clit and sucking it between his lips as I come all over his face. Before I know it I'm coming, my back arching off the bed and Sean’s name leaving my lips on a muffled cry.

That might have been the best self inflicted orgasm of my life, and it was so needed.

I let my body come back down to earth like a deflating balloon before I clean myself up in my bathroom and pull my shorts back up my legs. I know I still have a shit load of coursework to do and now I have no excuse not to get on with it. I swing open my bedroom door and without lifting my head, step into a wall of muscle. When I look up I see Sean’s arrogant grin staring back at me, his eyes full of gloating.

“Fucking hell Sean! What the hell are you doing here, sneaking around like a creep? How did you even get in here?” I smack his chest with both hands and his smile widens. This whole stalking thing is going too far, now he’s in my fucking dorm.

“Molly let me in.” Sneaky bitch. “You were just making yourself come weren’t you?” He whispers, moving closer to me.

I’m speechless from his question, how the hell does he know what I was doing in there? How long was he out here listening? There’s only about a foot between us in this narrow hallway and I can smell his fucking woodsy aftershave again, the one that makes me weak in the knees.

I put on my big girl pants and square up to him a little, my hands on my hips. “Maybe, what’s it to you?”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his throat. “You said my name.” He whispers, his breath so close I can taste him on my tongue.

Oh fuck.

“You imagined it.” I say, but the wobble in my voice proves him right without me needing to say another word.

He moves closer again, our chests touching. “I definitely didn’t.” “Why are you even standing outside my door listening? That’s so pervy and you shouldn’t even be in my dorm, what do you want?” I make my voice a little louder but it doesn’t take more than a millisecond for Sean to take my breath away again.

His hand flies around my throat and pushes me gently back against the wall, his body pressed up against mine. He brings his lips to hover above my mouth and I force a hard swallow, my heart involuntarily stuttering in my chest.

“Do you need me to fuck you Callie? Because I'm fucking desperate to.” He coos, his huge hand still resting on my collar bone.

I feel the heat creep into my cheeks, coating my ears and neck as it goes. I don’t want to let him win like this, why is it so easy for him to make me feel weak?

He runs his hand down my chest, over my hardened nipples and curses under his breath, letting his hand rest there for a moment before continuing his path down my stomach. When he reaches the waistband of my shorts my breathing really falters and I can’t hide the anticipation in my stomach when he dips his fingers below the elastic.

“Are you still wet for me?” He whispers, his lips still inches from mine. The second his warm finger pushes inside of me my legs almost crumble. “Fuck Cal.” He curses, letting his forehead fall onto mine as he explores the soaking mess in between my thighs. I let out a moan as he adds a second finger, pushing deeper inside of me and using his free hand to hold my waist so I don’t crumple to the ground like a wet piece of paper. “Callie! Do you wanna get a takeout for dinner with me and Anais?” Molly yells from the living room and reality crashes onto me like a ton of bricks.

I shove Sean away from me and his back lands softly against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. The fucker is smirking, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking the moisture from them with a delicious grin on his face. My mouth is open, watching him and feeling more turned on than ever before.

Fuck him for doing that to me.

“Coming!” I shout to Molly and Sean smiles wider.

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