Page 34 of On Thin Ice

“Kiss me.” He murmurs, leaning closer and suffocating me in his heavy presence. “You haven’t kissed me all night.”

I flick my head over my shoulder. “Lois might see.”

He holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling my attention back to him. “Let her see, I couldn’t give less of a fuck. I’m gonna kiss my girl whenever and wherever I want.” He coos and my knees falter, I could blame the alcohol for that too…but I won’t.

Sean's lips are on mine before I have chance to muster up another protest, and once I feel how hungrily he kisses me I don’t care who sees anymore. I almost climb his body like a tree, tightening my fist in his hair and smashing our mouths together repeatedly, not caring that I can barely draw in a breath. He tastes like beer and I lap up every drop with my tongue when it hits his. I have no idea how long I'm wrapped up in Sean, the way he holds me against him, the way his tongue explores my mouth like this is the last time he’ll ever kiss me, like he needs to memorise every crevice of me.

After god knows how long I feel a light tap on my shoulder, followed by a muttered curse. I break my lips apart from Sean’s and see a very drunk Lois holding onto the kitchen counter next to me, her eyes droopy and her body swaying like she’s on a fairground ride.

“Careful Cal,” she slurs, “he’s probably got chlamydia all over him, make sure he wraps it before you get hot and sweaty.” She chuckles, her Seanlike dimples appearing deep in her cheeks.

Wow, she’s seriously shit faced.

Sean clears his throat and holds my waist with one strong hand, tucking me into his side. “Actually Lo, Callie is my girlfriend.”

Lois blinks more times than I can count, a wash of disbelief making her face pale. Her eyes move between us a few times, flickering over Sean's hand placement on my waist before she throws her head back in laughter. Her eyes crease and she holds her stomach, wagging a pointer finger at us both as her eyes flood with tears.

“You two are hilarious!” She waves us off and stumbles back towards the couch, drink in hand.

Thank god she’s not in her right mind.

Sean pulls me back around to face him and dips his face to mine. “See?” He nudges my nose with his own lovingly. “I told you she wouldn’t care.” I sigh with irritation. “She’s drunk, it doesn’t count.” I slam my hands against Sean’s solid chest, scrunching my eyebrows at him. Why did he have to do that when I told him I didn’t want Lois knowing about us? The man is so infuriating, I want to rip his balls off sometimes.

Don’t think it, don’t think it, don’t think it.

But then I’d have nothing to play with.

I thought it.

He grips my wrists as my palms attack his torso again. “Stop being a naughty girl or I’ll have to punish you.” He half groans, half growls. My thighs are suddenly stuck together, my lip between my teeth again and my eyes glued to his. How does he flick that switch in me so easily? “Is that a threat or a promise?” I whisper, tiptoeing up to breathe against his ear. I see the shiver roll over him before I feel his hands on my hips in a bruising hold.

His lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “Which one do you want it to be?” Now it’s my turn to shiver, a ripple running from my ears to my toes as Sean brings his face back to mine, dipping his head and running his thumb along my bottom lip. I literally can’t take my eyes off his.

“A promise,” I breathe, my heart pounding against my rib cage. Sean’s eyes flash over his shoulder before he tugs at my elbow. “Come on,” he says, dragging me towards the stairs.

“Now?” I gape, watching my teammates collapsing onto the couch in the living room, finally giving up the fight to stay on their feet after drinking their collective weight in alcohol.

I resist a little, keeping my anxious eyes on everyone in the living room. I down know why I'm so worried, most of them are too drunk to notice a tornado ripping through the house.

Sean halts and turns to me, our hands intertwined as we reach the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, now, you think you can turn me on like that and then make me wait?”

I rip my hand from his and clap my palm across the back of his head. “I can do what I want.”

He turns around, face cracked into a crooked grin that splits his face in two, dimples out in full force as he wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Wow, you’re extra feisty today baby.” He folds his body in half, tipping his chest below my hips and hoisting me over his shoulder. I don’t bother to fight him, I’m desperate to let him rip this dress off me anyway and as much as I love to make him work for it I think the vodka has taken the real fight out of me tonight.

Sean bursts through his bedroom door, dropping his chest and making me land on the bed with a soft thud. His king sized mattress swallows me and I spread my arms and legs like I'm making a snow angel. I hear him laugh but my eyes are closed, letting my alcohol laced blood sink straight to the middle of my thighs. When he climbs over me, creating a shadow across my face I feel his warm skin covering me. He’s naked, I can feel it. Without opening my eyes I tilt my head to the side and gain another titter from Sean, he knows exactly what I’m asking for and he doesn’t hesitate to sink his face into my neck. He sucks at my skin, wetting and nipping at it as his makes his way down towards the neckline of my dress. “Now these,” he says, pulling my dress down and burying his face between my breasts. “These are my favourite.” He shuffles down further, pulling my dress with him and whipping it off me so I'm naked too. “Actually, scrap that,” he coos, tipping his head down between my open thighs. “This is my favourite.”

I finally peel my eyes open, watching him transfixed as he sucks at my pussy, groaning with delight as my back arches off the bed without my permission. Before I have chance to come he scampers up my body like a monkey and presses himself into me without warning. I gasp, writhing at the size of him and clawing at his tight back, digging my manicured nails into his muscles. I clamp my legs around his torso, begging him to drive deeper into me as he kisses me desperately.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss, grabbing Sean's face and smashing his lips onto mine. He kisses me like I'm the only thing he’ll ever need and I feel my legs start to shake with my impending orgasm. Sean pulls out of me and flips us over so I'm on my knees, my pussy waiting, begging for him to fill me again. He lowers his face and I feel his beer laced breath against my clit. “You look fucking incredible.” He murmurs, before sucking the throbbing bud between his lips and taking me over the edge. He fills me again, making me scream his name into the mattress, forcing my face down to drown out my pleasure filled shrieks.

“I want to come inside you again baby.” He pants, fisting my hair and wrapping it around his hand, pulling my chest up from the mattress so our bodies stick together. “Can I?” He whispers into my ear, twisting my nipple between his fingers.

I nod, shaking with intense pleasure again as Sean's thrusts become deeper and sloppier. I know he’s close so I reach back, holding the nape of his neck and twisting my face to kiss him. All I have to do is run my tongue along his bottom lip and he collapses on top of me, cursing my name under his breath as the orgasm crashes over him.

He rolls off me after a moment and I stand up, watching his come run down the inside of my thighs.

He groans and I turn to face him. “Why is that so fucking hot?” His face is pained, his quickly deflating cock in his hand like he’s waiting for round two. I purse my lips, smirking at him and saying nothing as I head for his bathroom to clean myself up.

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