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Cal: But you did.
Oh, fuck it.
She slid her hand under her waistband and straight to her slick center. Wet? Oh, yes, she was. Not willing to stop once she’d brushed her fingertip over her clit, teasing herself with almost enough just like Cal had, she managed to hit the voice-to-text option on the keyboard without messing up her rhythm.
“Yes,” she said, keeping her volume low so he wouldn’t hear her through the ceiling. “An enthusiastic thumbs-up.”
She let her legs fall open wide, picturing Cal between them. She could almost hear the way he’d talk her through touching herself, what he’d say about how wet she was and how she tasted.
Her phone vibrated, and she let her fantasy go momentarily for the real thing.
Cal: Why are you telling me this?
She tapped the microphone button and circled her own with ever-increasing speed. “Just trying to do my part for the sisterhood. Feedback is important so you can stay on top of your game.”
Conversation dots appeared and disappeared a few times before his response came through.
Cal: Well, in the spirit of that, when you cupped my balls and squeezed while sucking my dick? A-plus technique.
She dipped her fingers inside her entrance and hit the mic button. “So glad that worked for you.”
Above her, there was a soft but fully audible squeak, then another, and more in a steady beat as if he wanted her to hear him, needed her to hear him. Remembering what he’d said last night about heightening sensations, she closed her eyes and listened, picturing Cal with his hand around his dick, fucking his fist with enough power that she’d hear his bedsprings. She shivered and let out a quiet moan as she adjusted her pace to match him. Her thighs started tingling as she circled her clit over and over, occasionally trailing her wet fingers down and pumping them in and out of her. She was almost there when another text came in.
Cal: Also the hip swirly thing last night? Great instincts.
Her orgasm was too close to stop, but she couldn’t let him know he had her turned on enough that she was about to come. She fumbled the phone but managed to hit the right button.
“Good to know,” she said, panting with the effort to not just moan as she went back to her clit, increasing the pressure as she pictured how he looked between her thighs, his face slick with her. Just her luck, though, the message went through as “good go no,” and she was too far gone to correct it.
Cal: What’s wrong? Something interfering with your ability to text?
She hit the mic, unable to keep her voice whisper-quiet, especially when the sounds from her ceiling were coming with greater frequency and her whole body was already tensing up for her orgasm to hit. “I’ve got it almost all taken care of.”
Cal: So you were telling the truth tonight. You are a good girl who takes care of what needs to be done.
Being quiet wasn’t an option when her climax hit, and she let out a moan that came from a place of absolute toe-curling, mind-blanking satisfaction. She was just getting her breath back a few seconds later when the sound of Cal’s climactic, guttural groan came down through the ceiling.
Laying there still practically floating in feel-good a few minutes later, she let out a happy sigh when her phone buzzed.
Cal: Good night, Astrid.
She hit send before she gave into the temptation to type more.
Astrid: ??
His response came in almost immediately.
Cal: You made a noise first this time.
Despite all of the reasons why she shouldn’t, Astrid couldn’t flatten out the smile on her face. That man was a competitive pain in her ass, but she had no doubt she’d win next time.
But there’s not gonna be a next time, right? You do not want to be the reason why your dad’s last season is remembered for anything other than how amazing it was or to be the center of a media storm again.
Astrid’s chest tightened as she remembered what had happened after the almost wedding. At every post-game press conference and media scrum, Dad had been asked if the team’s dismal performance was because of all the drama with the wedding that wasn’t and if he was to blame for the team’s lack of morale and record losing streak. She wouldn’t put him through that again, especially not this season.
All the post-orgasmic happy feelings transformed into an anvil on her chest, and Astrid put her phone face down on the nightstand and then threw the covers over her head. Tonight could never happen again. In fact, the best plan was to act as if it never had in the first place.
Yes. That was it. She’d just stuff it all in a deep, dark closet and never think about it again. It was the most elegant and efficient solution. And when she showed up at the Ice Knights practice rink tomorrow and not only saw Tig for the first time in five years but also Cal, the guy she was not getting off to or with ever again, everything was going to work out perfectly.
