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I twist her curls around my finger. “You love what?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing, just put your cock down my throat.” Sweet Jesus.

I don’t need to be asked twice so I part her soft lips with my thumb and dip my erection inside her warm mouth.

“Oh my god,” I groan as the moisture and the heat start the orgasm swirling in the pit of my stomach. But it’s actually hard to focus on the physical pleasure after hearing the L word slip out of Callie’s mouth so automatically like that. I know she loves me, she was going to say it, but I understand she’s still wary, scared to completely let her guard down and that’s ok. I can wait as long as she needs, but my heart gallops in my rib cage all the same, wanting to leap out of my body and makes it’s home in her’s.

She cups my balls in her small hand, massaging and pushing me closer to the edge. She licks slowly up my cock, teasing me as my head falls back and my hand roughly grips the hair at the nape of her neck, pushing my pulsating dick further into her hot, wet mouth.

“Jesus baby, you suck my cock so well.” I stroke her face, running my thumb along the length of her jaw. “Good girl,” The words leave my lips on something between a growl and a whimper.

Yes, this girl has me fucking whimpering.

She lets my cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and begins to run her fuck-able lips all the way up my shaft, licking, sucking and making me groan with desire. I part her lips again and a cocky smirk cracks her face as she watches me silently beg her for more, for relief preferably in the form of watching her swallow every last drop of my come. Her mouth opens for me again and I slip inside, revelling in the addictive way she takes my entire cock down her tight throat and totally milks me dry, swallowing my come and licking the residue from her juicy lips. I curse her name with a growl as she licks the last bead of come from my tip and wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand. I help her to her feet and kiss her still wet lips, tasting myself on her tongue before leading her towards my king sized bed and lifting her from the ground, earning myself a high pitched squeal and battering of her hands against my chest. I launch her onto her back, watching my mattress swallow her tiny frame. God, I could just look at her all day. Her tight stomach, her soft, milky skin, the way her spine curves and trails down to the most perfect, grab-able ass to ever exist. Her perky tits with hard nipples in the centre, begging to be sucked between my lips, my tongue swirling over them. Then there’s her face, that’s a whole other masterpiece in itself. Her bright green eyes, the way they hold mine in that intense way like she’s trying to speak through them. Her sharp jaw line and the splattering of tiny, honey brown freckles that coat her cheekbones, her thick eyelashes fanning against them as she blinks seductively at me, just watching me watch her. As my eyes finally land on her’s I can see a sparkle behind them, a wondering, mesmerised look mixing with the usual fiery sass.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She says delicately after a moment of silence between us.

I shake my head. “I just fucking love looking at you Cal, I could look at you all day.”

Her mouth parts like she wants to say something, leaning up on her elbows, but instead she closes the gap between her lips and sighs as I start to move towards her, climbing onto the bed and covering her naked body with my own.

I kiss her jaw, sucking lightly on her skin and feeling her shiver beneath me. “Lie back now beautiful…” I lift my face to her’s landing a firm kiss on her lips. “It’s my turn to worship you.”

Chapter 32

Callie

Sean made me come a total of three times last night, worshipping me as he promised he would and sending me into an orgasm induced sleep. Those orgasms are all I can think about this morning when I wake up to an empty bed and a note on Sean’s pillow.

It reads:

‘Gone to the rink baby, don’t forget puck drop is at 12:30. Your seat is saved as usual princess.’

He adds a winking face to the end of his note, plus a heart with the letters C+S inside which makes me equal parts cringe and swoon. I flip my body over and stuff my face into Sean's pillow, soaking up every drop of his vanilla sweet smell and then swallowing the drool that pools in my mouth. I sweep a hand under my pillow for my phone, checking my messages and groaning when I see three from Ellen, saying she needs to talk to me urgently. I don’t have training today so she can shove her urgent chat up her ass if she doesn’t mind. My day is going to be spent cheering on my man at the rink then going out for drinks and proceeding to be respectfully railed into his mattress for the rest of the night. Maybe I'm a sex addict now.

Molly has also called me twelve times since last night so I tap on her number, watching as her contact photo appears on the screen. Her tongue is out, licking the ice cream that’s clasped in her hand, her blonde waves flowing down her cheeks, eyes closed and a smile of childlike glee on her face. We had a weekend away together last year by the coast and spent the entire time eating ice cream and drinking cocktails, it was totally carefree. Come to think of it I'm not sure I've spent even one day like that since our trip last year. I barely get any time off and when I do all I want to do with it now is have my back rubbed and be smothered with kisses by my very own sex god hockey player. I still make time for my best friend of course, like right now as the phone rings out and I almost think she’s not going to answer, but then her high pitched shriek comes flying through the speaker at me.

“Callie Burch!” Uh-oh, I’m in trouble. “Are we not friends anymore?” She squawks and I can picture her in the dorm right now. Hands on her hips, back against the kitchen counter as she throws crazy accusations at me, probably rolling her eyes as she does. If Anais is there she’s sure to be rolling her eyes too, but at Molly’s dramatics rather than at me for staying at my boyfriend's house for one night.

I push my laugh down my throat. “Yes, Molly Crawford we are still friends, best friends.”

“Huh,” she muses, “well, I would have thought a best friend would have answered at least one of my calls in the last twelve hours.”

My laugh escapes before I can stop it. “I’m sorry Mol, I was busy being fucked into oblivion last night, couldn’t really get to the phone.” Molly cackles like an evil genius. “I mean Sean Taylor is delicious, so I guess I forgive you.”

“Wanna come to the game today? It’s at 12:30 but I'm leaving in about half an hour. I can pick you up on the way?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I haven’t been to a hockey game in forever. Ever since you started fucking the captain you’ve abandoned your best friend to watch the games alone, all so you can finger yourself when your boyfriend starts winking at you every time he scores a damn goal.” I can hear the extra dramatic eye roll in her voice.

I hum in amusement and check the time. 11:10am, god I slept late this morning, I better get moving if I want to be on time to the game.

We make our way up the steps just behind the penalty box to find our seats, arms full of snacks that Molly insisted we needed. My coat pockets are stuffed with enough sweets to send us both into an instant sugar coma and when we sit down Molly plants an extra large Pepsi in my lap and begins sucking on her own straw.

“It’s Preston again today right?” She asks, wriggling out of her coat and hanging it on the back of her chair. I nod, sipping on the ice cold drink and shoving my hands between my thighs to warm them. “I fucking love when we play Preston, there’s always at least one fight and when I tell you I live for that shit…I mean I live for that shit.”

I shake my head at her and hold back my laugh, attempting not to choke on my drink before placing it to the floor. I mean, Molly isn’t wrong, there’s something so hot about the way the guys fight on the ice, it’s a major turn on. I’ve always loved to watch it but now I have Sean's beautiful face to think about and as much as it makes me horny watching him smash his fist into someone’s nose on the ice, I also don’t want him bruised when he comes home to me.

The guys start their warm ups, sliding across the ice effortlessly and battering puck after puck into the net at Kyle as he fights the repeated attacks. Sean scans the stands for me and when his eyes lock onto mine he skates over to the glass immediately, ignoring his teammates teasing when he blows me a kiss. They pat the back of his shoulder as they pass him, whispering taunting comments into his ear but the man isn’t lacking confidence in any aspect of his life so he simply ignores them. I wish I was more like him sometimes, able to not worry about what people think of me.

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