Icebound Desire

Chapter 5: Accidental Touch

Anamika was lying on the hotel bed, her body still hot from everything that had happened. She read Siddharth’s last message again and again.

Siddharth:

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

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She knew she should not reply, but her body was betraying her. After a long minute she typed back.

Anamika:

Why do you keep saying these things? This is wrong Siddharth.

Siddharth:

Wrong? Then why haven’t you blocked me yet, baby? I know you’re wet. I can feel it even from here. Send me one more voice note. Just one. Tell me exactly what you’re doing right now.

Anamika’s breathing became heavy. She slid her hand inside her shorts again. She was soaking wet. Her fingers gently rubbed her swollen c**t in slow circles. She pressed record and whispered in a shaky voice:

“Sid… I’m touching myself…”

She sent it quickly and threw the phone aside. A few seconds later Siddharth replied with a voice note of his own. When she played it, his deep rough voice filled the room.

Siddharth:

Fuck Anamika… good girl. Keep rubbing that wet p***y. Imagine my tongue licking your c**t instead of your fingers. I’m so hard right now because of you.

Anamika moaned softly and kept touching herself until she came again, whispering his name.

The next morning the team had a light practice session before returning to the university. Anamika reached the rink early to take some warm-up shots. Siddharth arrived soon after, looking fresh but still dangerous in his practice clothes.

During practice, the coach asked Anamika to come closer to the ice to capture better angles. While she was standing near the boards, Siddharth skated past fast and “accidentally” brushed against her as he stopped. His strong hand grabbed her waist to steady her so she wouldn’t fall.

“Careful, Anamika,” he said, but his hand stayed on her waist a second longer than needed. His fingers pressed lightly into her soft flesh. She could feel the heat of his palm even through her clothes.

“Sorry… it was an accident,” he said with a smirk that told her it was no accident at all.

Anamika’s heart raced. His touch had sent a fresh wave of wetness between her legs. She stepped back quickly, but Siddharth’s eyes stayed locked on her.

Later, when practice ended, the team was packing their bags. The locker room was crowded. Siddharth came out wearing only a towel around his waist. Water droplets were still running down his chest and abs. He walked straight toward Anamika, who was packing her camera.

He bent down near her to pick up something from the floor. His bare shoulder and chest brushed against her arm. The contact was warm and firm. Anamika froze. She could smell his fresh shower scent mixed with his natural smell. Her n*****s became hard instantly.

Siddharth stood up slowly, his face very close to hers. “You’re blushing again,” he whispered. “Does my body turn you on that much, Anamika?”

Before she could answer, someone called him from behind. He gave her one last heated look and walked away.

On the bus ride back home, they again sat together at the back. This time Siddharth didn’t even pretend to keep distance. His thigh pressed firmly against hers the entire journey. Every time the bus turned, their bodies rubbed together.

At one point he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Tonight I want a longer voice note. I want to hear you c*m while saying my name. Understand?”

Anamika didn’t reply, but her soaked panties were answer enough.

That night, back in her own room, her phone lit up again.

Siddharth:

I’m waiting, baby. Make that p***y c*m for me.