Icebound Desire

Chapter 2: Locker Room Stare

The next morning Anamika reached the ice rink a little early. Her mind was still stuck on last night’s messages from Siddharth. She kept telling herself to stay professional, but his deep voice and that dangerous smirk refused to leave her head.

Practice started with full energy. Siddharth was skating like an animal — fast, powerful, and angry. Every time he crashed into another player or took a hard shot, his muscles flexed under the tight jersey. Sweat was already dripping down his neck and making the fabric stick to his broad chest and abs.

Anamika kept clicking photos from the side. She tried to focus on her camera, but her eyes kept following him. When Siddharth took off his helmet during a break, he looked straight at her and smirked. He skated over slowly.

“Anamika, come closer. Take some good close shots,” he called out.

She walked near the boards. Siddharth was breathing heavily. His jersey was wet with sweat and she could clearly see the shape of his hard chest and the strong lines of his stomach. There was also a noticeable bulge in his hockey pants. Anamika felt her face getting warm.

“Like what you see?” Siddharth asked in a low, teasing voice.

“It’s… just for the photos,” Anamika replied, trying to sound normal.

He laughed softly. “Sure baby. But your cheeks are turning red. Be honest… are you getting wet watching me skate like this?”

Anamika’s breath caught. She didn’t know what to say. Before she could reply, he winked and skated back to practice.

After practice finished, the whole team headed toward the locker room. Anamika remembered his warning and waited outside. But the door was left slightly open. Steam and the sound of showers were coming out. She knew she shouldn’t, but her feet moved on their own. She peeked through the small gap.

Siddharth was standing under the shower completely naked. Water ran down his tall, muscular body — over his wide shoulders, tattooed back, tight ass, and thick thighs. His c**k hung heavy between his legs, looking thick even when soft. He turned slightly and Anamika saw everything. Her mouth went dry and she felt a rush of wetness between her own legs. She pressed her thighs together tightly.

Suddenly Siddharth turned his head and their eyes met through the gap. He didn’t try to hide. Instead, a dirty smile came on his face. He slowly wrapped his hand around his c**k and gave it one long stroke while looking straight at her.

Anamika gasped loudly and stepped back fast. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She quickly grabbed her bag and almost ran toward the exit. Her panties were now clearly damp.

That night, Anamika was lying on her bed, still thinking about what she saw. Her phone lit up with a new i********: message.

Siddharth:

Caught you staring, Anamika. Did you like my thick c**k? Be honest baby.

Anamika bit her lip. Her hand was shaking as she typed.

Anamika:

I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to look.

Siddharth:

Don’t lie. Your eyes were hungry. Tonight I want you to do something for me. Put your hand inside your panties, feel how wet your p***y is right now, and send me a voice note moaning my name. If you don’t… tomorrow I’ll make you do much more than just watch.

Anamika stared at the message for a long time. Her body was burning. She slowly slid her hand down into her panties. She was soaking wet. Her fingers touched her swollen c**t and a small moan escaped her mouth.

She knew she should ignore him… but she couldn’t stop herself.