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My pussy is all excited now, hearing those two magic words and thinking she’s about to get some…maybe she is. Sean’s eyes find mine, swimming with confusion as I clench my thighs together and suck my bottom lip into my mouth, trying to calm the warmth that’s spreading down my inner thighs.

His eyebrows knit together as he watches me squirm on the counter. “What?”

“Nothing,” I shake my curls, one falling over my eyes as I watch his large fingers gripping my wrist, the other hand gently dabbing at my rip. Why am I so turned on right now?

He glides his damp hand up my thigh, reaching the hem of my shorts. “Are you…?” He dips his fingers below the hem, into my thong and ghosts them over my sopping clit. “Oh fuck,” He mutters, pulling his hand out and leaning into my ear so his eavesdropping friends don’t hear. “Is that because I called you a good girl?” His voice is so sexy, raspy and deep and I just want to climb him.

I nod fast. “Can you help me with that?” I tilt my head, gesturing to the heat radiating from the apex of my thighs.

His eyes darken with a sparkle and he twists a lock of my hair around his finger. “Get upstairs now.”

Sean’s hands are covering my waist, lifting me off the counter and dropping me to my feet before his palm lands with a clap on my ass. I run up the stairs, Sean following behind me, his loud footsteps banging up the staircase before I swing open his bedroom door and throw myself back onto his bed.

He really does help me with my situation, yanking my shorts down my legs and feasting on my pussy like a starving man would. He makes me come, twice on his tongue and when he’s done I'm panting, gasping for breath. He runs his warm hand up my bare stomach and leaves a tight kiss on my parted lips.

“You can pay me back later.” He winks and strolls into his bathroom to shower, ready for the party that starts in an hour.

I needed that orgasm, this man pretty much has me in a constant state of horniness, always waiting for the next time he’ll make me feel fucking incredible.

When Sean emerges less than 10 minutes later he’s naked, my favourite part of his body hanging between his legs, begging me to just stick out my tongue for a taste.

I think I may have an unhealthy obsession with him.

He watches my eyes as they follow him across the room, shaking his head as a cocky smirk spreads across his face. He takes my black dress from his wardrobe and throws it at me, gesturing for me to go and change before people start arriving. I stand up from the bed with a huff and salute him playfully before trapping myself in his bathroom for the next half an hour, taking a hot shower, taming my mane of curls and covering my face in makeup. When I step out of the bathroom Sean has left the bedroom, his expensive aftershave still filling the room and making my pussy excited again. I adjust my black thong and twist my body in front of the mirror, admiring the backless, thigh length dress I'm wearing. I step into my sparkly heels, giving me an extra four inches of height, making it even easier for me to pull Sean in for a kiss the second I get my ass down those stairs. I take one last look in the mirror, ruffling my hair and tapping my lipgloss stained lips before pushing open Sean’s bedroom door and descending the stairs.

Chapter 26

Sean

The music has started pumping, rocking the house back and forth as people start arriving. The gymnastics team are always here first, Lois being quicker than usual to find me in the sea of people so she can attempt to piss me off within five minutes of arriving. Callie still hasn’t come downstairs so I wait for Lois, Jennifer and Anais to vacate the corridor and find their seats in the living room before I make my way over to the stairs. Before I even get there I hear the click clacking of her heels and when I look up I have to blink, at least five times to make sure what I'm seeing isn’t a hallucination.

“Wow, you…you look beautiful.” I gape, watching my girl take one step at a time down the staircase. She looks like she painted that dress on, stitching it to her skin for a perfect fit. I meet her at the bottom step, her face almost equal with mine as her heels and the step give her more height than usual. “You always look beautiful but I'm sure you get sick of hearing me say it.”

She shrugs and plants her manicured hands on my shoulders. “I like hearing it.”

I run my hands up her bare back, the dress swooping down where her spine curves. “Good,” I lift her off the bottom step, putting her on the ground and bracketing her jaw. “Because I like telling you how beautiful you are.” I press our lips together for a beat then grab her hand and lead her into the kitchen, pouring us both a drink.

Only half an hour passes by before my stomach is grumbling again, I know I'm a bottomless pit but I'm even hungrier than usual, considering I ate Callie’s pussy before coming downstairs a couple of hours ago. I think I might need more of that later.

I get up from the sofa, brushing past Kyle and making my way to the kitchen for the third time tonight and piling my plate with pizza. The house is pretty packed now, gymnasts, hockey players and everyone in between crowding the living room, kitchen and hallway. The only part of the house that we make off limits is upstairs, none of us need to be finding some horny freshmen fucking on our beds when we go up there later. When I get back to the couch, letting myself fall down next to Nick and starting to shove a huge slice of pepperoni covered pizza into my mouth, I feel a warm breath against my ear.

“Do you ever stop eating?” Callie whispers and I turn my head slightly, brushing my lips against her warm cheek. Her perfume is strong, intoxicating and I don’t know if it's the alcohol but I'm drooling as her scent washes over me.

I’ve not spoken to her much tonight, just watched her from across the room, dancing, swishing to the music with her friends and losing herself for once, letting her hair down. I love to see her like that, relaxed and not as highly strung as she usually is when training is getting on top of her. I know she wants to get drunk tonight, I can already smell the heavy alcohol on her breath as she leans into my ear.

I shake my head, pizza still making it’s way down my throat and into my growling stomach. “No…and I'll be wanting dessert soon too.” I wink and she lets her eyes flicker around the room, making sure my sister doesn’t spot us before dropping a light kiss to my jaw and starting to saunter away. God, that dress is something else, as much as I'm a fan though it’s the creamy skin underneath that I want to see. I’ll have to rip it off her soon and fix the shredded fabric later. I grab her wrist before she can get too far away from me and pull her closer, making her sit on the edge of the couch next to me.

“I don’t like hiding this from Lois, I want everyone to know you're mine.” I say, my hand hovering next to her bare thigh. I want to grab it, feel her baby soft skin on my palm but I know she’s already panicking from the way she keeps looking over her shoulder. Lois couldn’t be more fucking clueless, she’s past drunk already and dancing with Anais, grinding against her and shaking her dark waves back and forth, eyes closed as she lets the music take over her body.

Callie shuffles next to me, laying her hand over mine. “I know, I'm just worried about what she’ll think of me.”

“Ouch,” I say, chuckling quietly and watching our fingers intertwine where they rest on the sofa.

“I don’t mean it like that,” she says, tightening her hand around mine and giving me a reassuring squeeze. “I just don’t want her thinking that her captain is some sort of puck bunny all of a sudden.”

I lean closer, watching Lois sway with the music over Callie’s shoulder. I leave a kiss in her hair, her dark curls tickling my nose.

“It’s ok, we can keep it a secret… for now.” I watch her eyes soften as she looks down at our hands. “I guess we'll have to tell your dad at some point too.”

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