Page 17 of Breaking the Ice

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay, we're here. Thanks for coming along.” It's only now that I realize we've stopped in front of a high-rise building. Emma is about to take off my jacket from her shoulders when I gently place my hands on hers, signaling her to stop.

“No,” I say softly, “it's cold outside, keep it on.” Then I turn to the taxi driver. “Would you please wait a moment? I want to accompany the young lady to the door.”

“Sure thing.” The middle-aged man turns off the engine and turns on the radio.

“After you,” I say with a deep gaze into her eyes. I see her lips part slightly. She considers saying something but decides against it and steps out. As she does, her dress rides up a bit, giving me a glimpse of the curve of her hips. Fuck! I have to clench my teeth to resist the urge to raise my hand and touch her.

Shutting the car door behind me, I follow Emma, walking along the sidewalk next to her towards the building. The outdoor lights flicker on as we ascend the five steps to the entrance. While she digs in her purse for the key, I lean against the wall next to her and watch. In my chest, that overwhelming desire to take her with me comes alive again. I don't want the evening to end, I don't want to just let her go. The bright jingle of her keychain, which she retrieves from her bag, triggers a feeling of helplessness in me. She can't leave yet! Not now, not before I've tasted her lips. Before I realize what I'm doing, I take a step towards her. Almost on its own, my hands cup her face. For a heartbeat, I lose myself in the brown of her eyes. Then I lean down to her and steal a hungry kiss. Emma's lips are soft and warm. They seem innocent, but then I feel her mouth open. Her tongue requests entry, which I grant her with an excited groan. My cock presses painfully against my jeans as she lifts her hands and wraps them around my neck, her tongue stroking over mine. This woman tastes incredible, to say the least, divine even, and she's driving me out of my mind. With my body, I press her against the glass entrance door, letting her feel how horny she's making me. Emma's perfect body is trapped beneath me, which turns me on even more.

“You're driving me crazy; do you know that?” I growl into her mouth. My words make her shudder. Her fingers dig into my hair. She lifts one leg, wraps it around my thigh, and lets me press my hardness against her. The heat emanating from her most intimate place makes my cock throb. I bet she's soaking wet. Just the thought of it sends my testosterone into overdrive. I slide my hands to her ass, wanting to grab and lift her, when the light in the hallway behind her comes on. Dazed, I let go of her as the realization of what I've just done slowly seeps into my mind. Emma sways a little, prompting me to support her by the upper arm. Fuck, you're such an asshole, Whyler, I shout at myself in my thoughts. The girl is drunk, and you, you horny bastard, shamelessly take advantage of the situation – and what about Jess?

“I'm sorry,” I say, watching as she looks up at me in confusion, adjusting her dress. The expression on her face cuts straight to my heart. She deserves better than a cheating piece of shit like you, a malicious voice in my head hisses. Before Emma can respond, the door behind her opens, and a heavily made-up young woman steps out. “Well, then,” I say remorsefully, “see you on Monday.” With that, I turn away, leaving behind the most incredible woman I've ever met, and walk away.

My jaw aches as the taxi driver drops me off in front of my loft. Throughout the ride, I've been wrestling with my guilty conscience, teeth clenched. I should tell Toby what I did with his new friend, he'd probably punch me. That's exactly what I deserve. Someone should beat the shit out of me. Damn it, how could I let myself go like that? I shouldn't have gone out; I should've stayed in and had a cozy evening at home with Jess instead. Jessica, I bitterly contemplate. I know she's waiting for me in my bed upstairs. The wrong woman - she's the wrong woman, hisses the voice in my head. As if I don't know that myself!

Taking two steps at a time, I ascend the stairs to my apartment. A tremendous anger boils in my stomach. I'd love to smash everything to pieces. Starting with myself. I slam the apartment door shut behind me, then head to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. As if that would be enough, I think, put it back, and retrieve the Scotch from the bar in the living room. I skip the glass and take a hefty swig straight from the bottle. The alcohol burns in my throat, but I don't mind. Let it dissolve me from the inside out, for all I care.

“Hey babe, there you are. I was getting worried,” I hear Jessica's voice. I don't need to turn around to know she's standing on the stairs leading up to my bedroom. “Did you have a nice evening?” The question makes me exhale in frustration. A nice evening? Damn right I could've had a nice evening! A damn nice one, if it weren't for you, I growl inwardly. Another sip of Scotch washes down the bitter taste on my tongue.

“Caleb?” Jessica's hand rests on my shoulder from behind. “Darling, what's wrong?” What could possibly be wrong? I'm trapped in a nightmare, that's what's wrong. I'm with a woman I want nothing to do with anymore, just because her father could kick me off the team if I leave her. It's the first time I openly admit to myself that I don't want Jessica anymore. To be honest, I never really did.

“Everything's okay,” I lie. Putting on a casual expression, I turn to face her. Jess's blue eyes look at me lovingly.

“Come to bed,” she says, takes my hand, and leads me behind her. It feels wrong to go upstairs with her. Even the two more swigs of Scotch I take don't help. When we reach the bedroom, Jess takes the bottle from me and places it on the floor. With a seductive look, she pulls me into bed with her. She wants to be fucked. It's her way of dealing with jealousy and testing my loyalty. She knows me, knows that I need a break after sex before I can get it up again. So, if I don't get hard now, she assumes I cheated on her.

“Can't we postpone this to tomorrow?” I ask while she pushes me onto my back and starts unbuttoning my shirt. “I'm really dead tired.” Jessica ignores my words and leaves a trail of kisses from my left nipple - which she bites into - down to the waistband of my jeans. “Jess, seriously. Let's do this tomorrow...” Too late, her skilled hands have already freed my cock and are playing with it.

“I'm pretty sure he's not tired,” she purrs, taking my tip into her mouth and sucking on it. Fuck. I close my eyes and see Emma's face in front of me. I lick my lips, trying to remember her taste. “Well, I knew it,” Jess rejoices because I'm getting hard. If she only knew it's not her blowjob skills but the memory of Emma that's pumping blood to my lower region, she'd rip my balls off. “Mhm,” she moans, working her way down my length. She's making an effort to please me, but I can't disconnect. Even though I've been walking around with a constant hard-on all evening, now, with Jessica crouched between my legs, sucking on my cock, the desire fades. I try to pull myself together, to think of Emma, how I pressed her against the front door and kissed her. Or her sensational ass, which I caught a glimpse of when she got out of the taxi. But it's all in vain. This feels wrong, and accordingly, my body responds. I feel my cock deflate. My diminishing arousal speeds up Jessica's movements. She scratches my balls with frantic fingers, massaging my shaft.

“Sorry, but this won't work. I had too much to drink,” I say as Jess sits up and looks at me accusingly. For a tiny moment, she seems to consider. Then she swallows the lie and grins at me. Damn, she gave me a blowjob; now she expects me - if I can't fuck her - to reciprocate in some other way. But everything in me rebels against going down on her. So, I sit up, grab her arm, and pull her with her back against my chest. Now she's sitting in front of me with her legs spread. She realizes what I intend to do and slips out of her panties. I just want to get this over with. So, I reach past her, slide two fingers of my left hand into her slick pussy, and massage her clit with the other. Jessica writhes against my chest and moans lustfully. I block out how she starts to sweat beneath me, eagerly pressing her center against my hands. In my mind, I'm far away, with a woman whose taste has indelibly etched itself into my memory. And then Jessica's voice, hoarsely gasping my name, brings me back to the present. She climaxes on my hand. I feel her pleasure running down my fingers. Not long ago, this would have turned me on. Today, I'd prefer to wash my hands right away.

“That was... wow, just wonderful!” she raves breathlessly. She turns her head and plants a kiss on my neck before getting up and heading for the stairs. “Are you coming?”

“Go ahead. I just need to put this back,” I explain, pointing at the bottle of Scotch. “As you wish. But don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you,” she says with a wink. “Oh, and Caleb...” That sounds more serious.

“Yes?” I raise my gaze and look at her.

“I love you.” Oh...

“The orgasm did someone some good, huh? Go shower now, you little minx,” I deflect, playfully throwing a sock at her. I can't possibly find the words to say it back. Luckily, she doesn't notice that I'm changing the subject. She giggles, throws the sock back, and goes down the stairs. I exhale and collapse back onto the bed. What a load of crap. I feel like absolute dirt. What I just did was beyond low. It's not fair to Jessica. Sure, I'm not into her anymore, but that's still no reason for my shitty behavior. Can a woman you hardly know really turn your world upside down so much that you turn into an asshole overnight? I mean, I'm not usually such a scumbag. Restless from guilt, I sit up and run my hands through my hair. Then I think of Emma, who just an hour ago had her fingers tangled in my curls. Again, I lick my lips, hoping to taste a remnant of her. “This is madness,” I murmur to myself. No matter how much I want this woman, I have no intention of alienating Jessica and risking my career with the Devils. So, I'll have to get Emma out of my head. Whether I like it or not.

11

Emma

Breathless and with a pounding heart, I slowly open my eyes. I've just had a rather wild lewd dream.

I was at the Brillant, swaying on the dance floor to the beats of Shakira's ‘Chantaje’. There was no one there but me, except for Caleb, who stood in the shadows, observing me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence. White mist crept up my legs. I knew I couldn't stop dancing, and I knew Caleb was controlling the mist. Guiding it up, under my dress. It felt exquisite, caressing my intimacy and brushing like a cool tongue over my pearl. I could feel Caleb's gaze on me. He watched as my hands, filled with mounting desire, moved to my breasts, caressing myself. Embracing the white mist between my legs, I surrendered to the ecstasy he bestowed upon me. Soon, he drove me towards climax. I sighed, closed my lids, and moaned as I came. With goosebumps covering my legs, wherever the mist touched me, I finally opened my eyes again.

Now, I wasn't alone anymore. Toby, Durand, Parker, and all the other lads from the team stood at the edge of the dance floor, gazing at me with expressionless faces. I knew they had been watching me. The feeling of being observed was as arousing as it was unsettling, ultimately waking me up with a fiery throb between my legs.

As the images of my dream slowly fade, I blink up at the ceiling. My drenched underwear reminds me of last night. What the hell did I do that got me so aroused?

I focus on the time at the club, but my memory only spits out individual sequences: the pole dance with Toby, Durand, and Parker, who were hitting on me from both sides, and the Long Island Iced Tea. I think I had a second one. Or did I? Yes, Durand talked me into it.

Another fragment of memory pushes through. Toby met a girl. Mandy, a petite blonde. There was quite a spark between them. I feel a bit uneasy, so I sit up, and am immediately met with a sharp pain in my temple.

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