Page 53 of On Thin Ice

I love when he looks at me like that, like I'm the only girl in the entire world.

I unfasten his jeans and he wriggles them down his thighs, his cock already rock hard and bobbing in front of me. I dip my head, running my tongue up it and feeling his legs tense under me before I take the head of his dick between my wet lips and suck gently.

“Fuck Callie, you’re unbelievable.” He groans, the back of his head hitting the head rest with a soft thump. “You won’t be able to do that for long if you actually want me inside you.” I smile around him and lap my tongue up his length one more time, leaving an open mouthed kiss on the end for good measure before adjusting myself above him. He grips my hips and slams me down, forcing me to take his entire length at once. I choke on my own breath as he lifts me again, pushing himself as deep into me as possible. I take over the rhythm, lifting and dropping onto him, watching his eyes roll back in his head and I know he’s already close.

He looks down at our joined bodies, heaving a rough sigh and digging his fingers into my hips again. “Oh fuck yeah, that’s it Callie, don’t stop baby.”

So I don’t stop, I keep my pace, gripping his shoulders for support and revealing in the sight of him coming totally undone inside me. His head falls to my shoulder with a muttered curse of my name, arms circling my waist as he comes down from his high. I close my eyes too and let my head flop, burying it in his damp neck and feeling his thumping heartbeat next to my ear. I feel the warmth of his lips against my neck, running along my collarbone and sliding along my jawline before Sean lifts my chin with his finger and our lips meet for a long, soft kiss.

Chapter 42

Sean

“So,” Callie says, landing back in the passenger seat and hiking her jeans up her legs, hiding the wet patch that’s made itself known on her underwear. Jesus, I swear I could fuck her again right now. “It’s less than two weeks until Christmas break and you haven’t mentioned any plans yet.”

I haven’t mentioned any plans because I don’t have any, my parents are away for two months and Lois is spending Christmas with her new friends. It would be great if I could lie to Callie, I know what’s she’s going to say, she won’t want me spending Christmas alone but I want her to enjoy her break without worrying about me. The only problem is that this woman can read my thoughts without even looking at me and she’ll know immediately if I lie to her.

So instead I opt for a nonchalant shrug. “That’s because I don’t have any plans baby.” I try to avoid looking at her but her beautiful green eyes are like a magnet to me, so I reward myself with one peek and watch as her eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“What do you normally do for Christmas break?” She asks, shuffling back up on her chair and shaking out her bouncy curls.

“Well, normally I'd go to my parents’ house but they’re going to Italy for two months.”

There’s the eyebrow scrunch again, this time she’s staring right at me though, assessing me. “Did they not invite you?” She mutters, twisting in her seat to lean back against the door, her body facing me.

I shuffle uncomfortably, having wanted to keep this piece of information to myself. I should have known she’d prise it out of me, woman’s like a bloodhound.

“They did invite me…” I take another peek at her and her softened features make me want to curl up in a ball and die. I know what I'm about to say is going to turn her into a teary mess. “But I said no. I didn’t want to be away from you for that long.” My cheeks flush pink and I feel like a fucking child, how is it she has managed to make me blush twice now since we met?

Her warm palm lands on my thigh and she squeezes gently, sniffing hard and gulping down those tears I knew would spurt the minute I told her why I turned down the chance to spend two months in Italy.

She points her finger at me and twists her face into a warning glare. “Stop that now.”

“Stop what?” I titter at her attempt to be stern, her tiny frame barely filling the passenger seat of my car.

“Being cute,” she says, pursing her lips and trying to avoid joining me in bellowing laughter. “Will you go to Kyle’s for Christmas Day then? His Mum lives only a couple of miles from campus right?”

Fuck, this is the part of the conversation I was hoping to avoid. I shrug again, hoping to convince her I don’t care about spending Christmas alone. The truth is I do care, I don’t like being alone, especially not now I have Callie. All I want to do is be within a metre of her at all times, preferably touching her too. I know she loves me and she won’t want me to be alone at Christmas but I can’t let her ruin her own plans to spend time with her family. With her mum’s condition worsening it’s more important than ever that she goes home for Christmas and I'm not going to let her worry about me. I’m a big boy, I can look after myself. “Sean,” she says, nudging my shoulder and waiting for a response. God this woman will be the death of me one day.

“Nah I won’t go to Kyle’s, I’ll just stay at the house.” I murmur, keeping my expression as neutral as possible until Callie decides to choke on her own saliva and my eyes widen. I reach over to pat her back and she shrugs me off, sitting up straighter and lifting her eyebrows high on her forehead in horror.

“Alone?” She squeaks, “You'll stay at the house alone?”

She looks absolutely horrified at the idea of me spending Christmas alone, which I fully expected. Back in the days when she used to pretend like she hated me — all the while wanting to dive into whatever I was offering her — she would have rather eaten broken glass than shown me this side of her. The side I fell in love with, the way she cares so deeply about the people she loves and the way she’d make herself unhappy before she saw me unhappy.

I simply nod and her eyebrows shoot even further up into her hairline. “I’ll be fine Cal, honestly.” I pat her thigh and turn on the engine which Callie proceeds to reach across me and turn straight back off again. As hard as I try, she’s not going to let me run away from this conversation. “Absolutely not!” Callie shrieks and I purse my lips to contain my blinding smile. I just love the way she cares about me so much, nobody ever has before her.

I shake my head and let a tiny smile slip out. “Baby, I'm a big boy, I’ll be ok on my own for a week.”

She rolls her eyes in my favourite way and folds her arms over her chest, pushing up her cleavage and giving me an eye full. “No fucking way Sean, you can’t do that, you’re coming home with me.”

Ok, she’s officially lost her damn mind.

“What about Coach? Do you not think he’ll figure out what’s going on between us if I stay at their house with you for an entire week?” She shrugs, any air of worry gone. “You know what? I don’t even think I care anymore. He can know about us, I don’t need to keep you a secret.” “Oh,” I smile, heart thumping a 100 miles per hour. “That’s how it is now?” I take her hand in mine and she scoffs but I can see the beam trying to break onto her freckled face.

“Yeah Taylor, that’s how it is. I’m proud to have you, I don’t need to hide it from anyone anymore.”

“Oh shit ok,” I smirk, smacking a kiss to her lips. “What about Lois?” Callie’s hand slides out of mine and she tuts, quietly muttering, “That’s different. And anyway, I think she’s pretty much figured it out herself after you came riding in like a knight in shining armour when I was having a panic attack.”

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