Icebound Desire

Chapter 4: Sweat & Silent Tension

The next day the match started at 4 PM. The stadium was full of noise and energy. Anamika was standing near the bench with her camera, clicking photos non-stop. Siddharth was playing like a true beast. Every time he took control of the puck, his powerful body moved with full force. His jersey was completely soaked in sweat within the first twenty minutes.

Anamika couldn’t take her eyes off him. The way his muscles flexed under the wet jersey, the way his strong thighs pushed him forward, and the intense look on his face — everything was making her feel hot despite the cold rink. Whenever Siddharth scored or made a big play, he would look straight toward her and give a small dangerous smirk, as if the goal was for her.

By the end of the match, their team had won. Everyone was cheering. Siddharth skated toward the bench, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his hair, neck and chest. He looked even bigger and more intimidating up close.

“Good shots, Anamika?” he asked in a low voice while wiping his face with a towel. The towel lifted his jersey slightly, showing his wet abs and that deep V-line again.

Anamika swallowed. “Yes… you played really well, Siddharth.”

He stepped closer, pretending to check her camera screen. His tall body almost covered her. She could smell his sweat mixed with his masculine scent. It was strangely addictive.

“You were staring at me the whole time,” he whispered so only she could hear. “I could feel your eyes on my body, baby.”

Anamika’s cheeks burned. “I was doing my job.”

Siddharth let out a low chuckle. “Sure. But your n*****s are hard right now. I can see them through your top.” His eyes dropped to her chest for a second before coming back to her face.

Anamika quickly crossed her arms. Her heart was racing. Before she could say anything, the coach called Siddharth for the team talk. He gave her one last look and whispered, “Meet me near the back locker area after everyone leaves. Don’t make me wait.”

Anamika’s legs felt weak. She knew she should go straight to her room, but something inside her made her stay.

Thirty minutes later, most of the team had left. Anamika slowly walked toward the back locker area. The place was almost empty and quiet. Siddharth was sitting on a bench, still in his half-wet jersey, legs spread wide. Sweat was still shining on his skin.

“Come here,” he said.

She walked closer. Siddharth suddenly stood up. He was so tall that she had to look up at him. He gently took the camera from her hands and kept it aside.

“You’re trembling, Anamika,” he said softly, but his eyes were full of hunger. He raised his hand and slowly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her neck. That small touch sent electricity through her whole body.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered. His face came closer. Their lips were only inches apart. Anamika could feel his hot breath. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her.

But he stopped.

Instead, he leaned near her ear and said in a rough voice, “Go back to your room tonight. Think about me. Think about my c**k that you saw in the shower. And when you touch yourself again… moan my name louder than last night.”

He stepped back with a dirty smirk, picked up his bag, and walked away, leaving Anamika standing there with wet panties and a racing heart.

That night in her hotel room, Anamika couldn’t stop thinking about him. Her body was aching with need. Her phone lit up.

Siddharth:

Tell me Anamika… are you touching your wet p***y right now thinking about me? Be honest.