Page 31 of Breaking the Ice

“Fine by me. But then we're doubling the stakes!” This gets everyone at the table, except for me, laughing. They rise at a snail's pace, slipping into their jackets. I'd love to give each of them a swift kick in the ass. They know perfectly well that I want to be alone with Emma! When I finally slam the apartment door shut behind them, I lock it and grab Emma, who's standing beside me. I pull her close and kiss her. Fuck, it feels so good to have her in my arms.

“We were supposed to talk,” she mumbles against my mouth, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Later,” I growl, urging her towards the kitchen. I actually want to take her upstairs to my bedroom, but her tongue, plunging into my mouth, makes me abandon that plan. Instead, I head for the poker table. Reluctantly, I tear myself away from her to sweep cards and chips off the table. Then, with swift hands, I strip off her sweater and jeans. It's insane, when she stands before me in her black lingerie, I can hardly believe my luck. I grab her, lifting her up and placing her on the table. Emma raises her hands, wrapping them around my neck and pulling me down to her. Our lips find each other, and our tongues begin a wet, fiery dance. Her taste is fantastic, driving me crazy. I doubt I'll ever get enough of it. Without releasing her delicious mouth, I reach for the clasp of her bra. She shudders as I slide the straps down her arms and then remove the entire piece. Then, I kiss and lick my way down her neck, enfolding her breasts in my hands, her pierced nipples. They're perfect, fitting just right in my palms. This woman is tailor-made for me. Emma reaches for my shirt, beginning to undo it. However, she only manages three buttons before I close my mouth around one of her dark, erect buds and bite down. A cry of pleasure escapes her, which I turn into a whimper by sucking sharply on her nipple. The metal of her piercing feels exciting in my mouth. I've been with many tattooed women, but none with piercings. Emma's hands travel up to my head, where her fingers dig into my curls and grip tightly. The slight pain further arouses me, so I can't take it any longer. I want to feel her, bury my cock inside her, finally have what I've desired for so long. But first, I have to taste her. Since our first kiss in front of her house, I've been obsessed with the thought of sampling her other lips. I'm convinced that she tastes even more irresistible between her thighs. So, I pull away and kiss her once more, exploring her mouth with my tongue to etch her flavor into my memory. Meanwhile, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. Emma understands and lifts her hips, allowing me to slide off her underwear.

“If your pussy tastes as I imagine, you'll have to force me to stop,” I murmur, looking down at her. In response, she bites her lip and gazes up at me seductively through her dark lashes. I dive down, kissing a path over her hard nipples, down her stomach and navel, until I reach her mound. While Emma supports herself with her hands on the table behind her, she watches me as I drape her tattooed legs over my shoulders. This gives me better access to her... wow... pierced pussy. I'm quite astonished when I discover not one, but three pieces of jewelry. A stud through the skin above her clit, and two rings, one through each inner labia. Fuck, how hot is this woman? I bet she's unbeatable in bed. I intend to find out and lightly bite into her right inner thigh. It gives her goosebumps. Then, I tease her with numerous wet kisses, drawing nearer to her most intimate spot. When I drag my tongue through the crevice where her thigh ends, she tenses up with anticipation.

“Caleb, please,” she breathes. Damn, countless times I've envisioned what it would be like to hear those two words from her mouth. Now that she's said them, I want to hear them again. I want her to moan my name, to beg for me, to fuck her. That's why I lower my tongue onto her clit, gently tracing a circle around her pearl. Once again I feel her tense beneath me. I realize she can barely bear these light touches. So, I apply more pressure, causing her to soften. I lift my hands and wrap them around her thighs, securing a firm grip. Then, I take what I desire most. Her essence. My tongue delves into her cleft, savoring her. Damn, I knew it. She tastes incredible! Even as her flavor spreads across my tongue, the synapses in my brain fire. I realize that this woman has a damn high addictive potential. I eagerly run my tongue along the entire length of her vulva. Emma's gaze, clouded with desire, is fixed on me, urging me to give her more. I let my tongue flutter over her pearl before closing my lips around it and sucking gently. Emma gasps and tilts her head back. I feel her labia swelling beneath me, noticing she's becoming even wetter. That's how I like it. I release my right hand from her thigh and slide my index and middle fingers over her dripping entrance. As I push my fingers into her, a raw sound of pleasure escapes, Emma. She lifts her head, watching me with flushed cheeks as I lick her and stimulate her. She arches her back, pressing her pelvis against my face. It turns me on immensely. The combination of tasting her and witnessing her unrestrained desire is almost too much for me. “Caleb... yes,” she gasps, reaching for my hair and clutching it tightly. I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers, and I observe her nipples constricting even more firmly. She's on the brink of orgasm. “Oh, damn it, Caleb, YES!” she moans. As I push her over the edge, and she comes on my face. Her salty essence runs warm over my lips and chin. Fuck, I can't help but lift her ass off the edge of the table and towards me. Kneeling on the floor, I savor her femininity. I absorb what she offers me, while she sits heavily on my face, breathing deeply.

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Emma

Out of breath, I look down at myself. With Caleb's curls in my hands, I am sitting on his face. Oh my God, never before has a man licked me like this. What he did with his tongue, with his mouth, was... sensational! Just as I try to slide off him, he lifts me off himself. I stand there with trembling legs, watching him, a grin spreading across his lips. Then he rises, never taking his eyes off me, and kisses me. He smells of sex, of me. “And now, round two,” he says with a husky voice, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Caleb!” I exclaim in surprise, to which he responds with a smack on my bare ass. “I'm not done with you yet,” he declares, leading me to the stairs and carrying me up to his bedroom. There, he places me on the bed and takes a step back. As he unbuttons his shirt and slowly sheds each piece of clothing, he devours me with his gaze. And I do too, take in his body. His broad chest, the defined abdomen, and the powerful legs. To further stoke the flames, I let my hands wander down over my breasts and between my legs. “Fuck, Emma,” he growls, pulling off his black boxer shorts. My smile turns into a lascivious grin. Insane - that's what I call loaded! He gets into bed and approaches me. His hands replace mine, brushing gently like a wingbeat from my stomach upward between my breasts. Then he tugs at one of my nipple piercings - sending a hot surge between my thighs - and comes over me. Leaning on his left forearm, he uses his knee to push my legs apart, while I take the opportunity to touch him. From the massages, I'm familiar with his body. I know his muscles are firm. Yet, he feels different now, somehow more intense. My fingers glide over the smooth skin of his chest, while his heat scorches my body. “I quite like these,” he whispers, running his free hand over my pubic area, where he plays with the piercings. “And this one here...” He inserts two fingers into me, triggering a wave of desire. “...I'm dangerously close to becoming addicted to.” With that, he withdraws his fingers, puts them in his mouth, and sucks my wetness from them. I impatiently bite the inside of my cheek, unable to wait any longer, eager for more of him. So, I reach for his cock and spread the pre-cum I find there over his tip. This makes him sharply inhale. Before I can let my hand wander down his shaft, he reaches down and holds me back.

“If you don't want me to lose control and fuck you harder than we both might like, you'll stop that,” he warns, visibly trying to restrain himself. It's hard for me to suppress a grin. Caleb raises his arm over my head and retrieves a condom packet from his nightstand. “Oh, the gentleman is prepared,” I remark. But Caleb says nothing in return, only lustfully gazes at me as he impatiently takes the condom from the packet and rolls it on. Barely having it on, he positions his tip at my entrance. His impatience is almost palpable. But I too can't wait to finally feel him. So, I wrap my legs around his lower back and tease him to finally take me. “I've waited for this too long,” he murmurs. A hoarse moan escapes my lips as he swiftly slides into me. My muscles wrap around him, eagerly welcoming him. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he gasps, before starting to thrust into me at a brisk pace. I let go, surrendering to the moment. My body and desire take over, urging my hips towards him hungrily. I pull his handsome face down to mine, kissing him, while my fingernails trace paths across his back. We spur each other on, rolling over the bed in our passion. At times, I'm on top, riding him, and then I'm beneath him, as he thrusts deeply into me. At some point, I turn him one time too many and we tumble along with the sheets out of the bed. I want to get up, climb back on, but Caleb won't let me. Instead, he presses me onto the cool hardwood floor. His strong hands grip my hips as he thrusts into me relentlessly. His expression is marked by lust. I can feel he's on the edge. That's why I slide my right hand between my legs and rub over my swollen clit. I feel the metal of the piercing, adding an extra level of stimulation. Closing my eyes, I savor the signs of the orgasm slowly building within me. Caleb groans roughly above me, sending a cool rush of air over my stiffened nipples. That does it for me. The world around me shatters as I cry out Caleb's name once more during an earth-shattering climax. It seems to push him over the edge too. I feel him bury himself in me one final time, with a guttural sound. His cock twitches and pulses as he comes. I observe him, watching the tense expression melt away from his sharply defined features. His face softens, and a contented gleam lights up his brown eyes. He looks incredibly handsome.

“What's going on? Why are you smiling so mischievously?” he asks, gently brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. Oh, I hadn't even realized I was smiling at him.

“Well,” I say, “I was just thinking that we should have done this sooner.” To emphasize my words, I engage my lower abdominal muscles around his intimate area.

“Indeed,” he agrees, lowering his lips to mine with a grin. His kiss is tender, sending a delightful shiver down my arms and legs. Our moment is interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing downstairs.

“That must be my dad,” I explain, gently pushing Caleb away. While he removes the condom and slips into his boxers, I head downstairs where my phone has just fallen silent. The fog in my mind is slowly clearing.

“What's wrong? Are you already leaving?” he asks, surprised, as he follows me and sees me getting dressed. “I thought you were going to stay the night.”

“Another time, gladly. But I have to get up early tomorrow, I have a massage appointment at nine,” I reply. Even though I'd like to stay, I need some time to process what I just did. It's not that it felt wrong, no, it was amazing. But for the first time in my life, and consciously at that, I broke one of my most important rules. I slept with a man just because he turned my head. Normally, I take ample time to get to know the guys I let into my pants. Often, it becomes clear after just a few days what idiots they are. Like Jester. But with Caleb, it was different. I came here already with the thought of sleeping with him.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” he inquires as he accompanies me to the door. My phone, which is ringing again, beats me to the answer. I pull it out of my pocket and glance at the display. It's Mom. Damn, I forgot to call her and let her know I arrived safely in Portland. I dismiss the call and look up at Caleb.

“I'm sorry, I have to go,” I say apologetically, standing on my tiptoes to give him a farewell kiss on the lips. Before I can pull away and leave, his hands cradle my face and hold me back. Shoulders raised; he kisses me again. But unlike mine, his kiss is intense, with tongue, almost taking my breath away. When he finally releases me, my knees are weak. “Well, then, see you tomorrow,” I say a little dazed and step into the hallway. Then I make sure to get away before I change my mind and stay.

Back home, I send Mom and Riley a message – letting them know I'm doing well. Then I plop down in front of the TV with Dad. When he asks where I've been, I say I was with Mandy. He doesn't need to know about Caleb just yet. Not until I know if there's anything serious between the center and me. Lost in thought, I stare at the TV with vacant eyes for a while before retreating to my room. I lie awake almost the entire night, sorting through my thoughts like large stacks of paper, shuffling them back and forth, weighing what's right and what's wrong. Was it a mistake to get involved with Caleb so quickly and sleep with him? Who knows if he's serious about us, if I can trust him. Just before dawn, my eyes finally close.

When my phone alarm wakes me up at seven-thirty, I surprisingly feel refreshed. And more than that, I can't wait to go to work and see Caleb again. While I hop in the shower, I go through the thought stacks from last night once more. I've decided for myself that it was okay to sleep with him so soon. What I feel for Caleb, I've never felt for any other man before. What's between us is unique. And for that very reason, I've decided to open myself up to him without reservations. I know it makes me vulnerable. After all, I don't know him that well. It's entirely possible that this is all just a game for him. But I'm willing to take that risk. Besides, there's this quiet feeling in my heart that tells me Caleb feels the same way.

After a breakfast where I let Dad fill me in on what he's been up to over the holidays – he was either at home or with Bill – we head to the ice rink. My first appointment today is at nine with Byers. Since I'm fifteen minutes early, I don't go straight down to my massage room. Instead, I glance at the ice rink. Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky and run into Caleb. As far as I know, he often trains around this time. Unfortunately, the ice rink is deserted, so I head downstairs disappointed. On the stairs, I'm considering whether to send Caleb a message when I hear his voice.

“No, Jessica, that changes nothing,” I hear him say in exasperation. Jessica, his ex? I press myself against the staircase wall and peer around the corner in the direction of his voice. Sure enough, I spot Caleb and his ex-girlfriend a few meters further down the hall. He has his arms crossed over his chest and looks standoffish, while she holds her folded hands against her heart. She looks up at him with a pleading expression.

“Just tell me what I can do to get you back to me. Please, Caleb, I need you,” she pleads, reaching out a hand to him, but he backs away.

“Please understand. There's nothing you can do.”

“But, Caleb, if you just give me a chance, it could be like it was before and...”

“Damn it, Jess!” he cuts her off harshly. “How many times do I have to tell you? It's over between us. I don't want this anymore! Get that through your head.” With that, he pushes past her, trying to leave her behind, but Jessica clings desperately to his arm.

“You can't do that, Caleb. That's not fair, please, I...” Shit, Jessica spotted me – and now Caleb too.

“Um, hi,” I greet them awkwardly, approaching the two. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.”

“But you did,” the blonde hisses, glaring at me through teary eyes.

“She didn't,” Caleb interjects, disentangling himself from his ex-girlfriend, coming towards me and pulling me into his arms. As he greets me with a kiss, I hear Jessica audibly inhale in anger behind him.

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