“So,” I say slowly as I try to gather my thoughts. “That’s your ex.” Sidney drives steadily, his left hand gripping the steering wheel tightly while his right hand is my own. He drags his thumb across the back of my hand. His jaw is clenched meaning that he is thinking of something.

“Mhmm,” he grunts. The car pulls slowly to a stop at the red light. Sidney turns to look at me, his eyes searching my face.

“What? She’s not my ex, if you wanna talk about her you can if not…”

“We can talk about it at home,” Sidney says softly. I nod in agreement.

Once home, I change into terrycloth shorts and a pink and white baseball tee. In the kitchen, I grab the box of Oreos in the pantry and a glass of milk before taking them to the couch. I curl up in the corner of the couch and munch on my cookies; opening the cookie, I take the side that doesn’t have cream and use it to scrape some onto it before popping it into my mouth. I think this is the weirdest way to eat them but who cares. Emma seems nice I suppose. Sidney is very picky about who he lets into his life so I’m sure that she couldn’t have been all that bad, right? He seemed very tense when she showed up and when I mentioned her in the car. Maybe he just doesn’t want to dwell on the past?

“Hey,” Sidney says as he enters the living room. He changed too into dark gray linen shorts and a white t-shirt. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself because I cannot believe how good he looks at times. He sits down next to me, pulling my legs across his lap.

“Hi,” I mumble with a mouth full of cookie.

“I see that you’ve gotten into my cookie stash yet again,” he grins. I shrink in embarrassment.

“What can I say? I have a massive sweet tooth.”

“So do I,” he says as he shifts on the couch, grabbing my legs to wrap them around him as he balances his weight over me. Sidney kisses my lips quickly before moving to my jaw then my neck.

“Oh,” I say when his hand moves up my bare thigh and his lips lower. I stretch to put the cookies on the coffee table next to my glass of milk. “I can tell! You interrupted my cookie eating, though,” I pout. Part of me is hesitant to continue whatever is happening because my mind is still thinking about the meeting with his ex this afternoon. The other part is telling me to stop worrying and enjoy Sid’s display of affection. I run my hands up his biceps, taking in the firmness of them then up his shoulders and around his neck. I can feel Sidney smile against my neck before he lifts me slightly to move me further down on the couch. With his left hand tangled in my hair, his other hand strokes up my leg, to my hip and under my shirt to cup my left breast.

“Sidney,” I moan into his mouth when his lips meet mine is a slow, steamy kiss. “I just ate a bunch of Oreos.”

“So,” he shrugs. “I eat your pussy and enjoy doing it. I think I can take making out with your Oreo mouth.” Well, I don’t see any lies there. He grinds his pelvis against mine, causing that ache and wetness between my thighs to build significantly.

“You’re awful,” I tease as I bite down on his plump lower lip, receiving a soft moan in response.

“No, I’m not. I’m going to eat you out, is that okay?” Sid asks with a lustful smile.

“Oh my god, yes. It is very much okay, actually, it’s encouraged,” I nod approvingly. He kisses me once again before sitting up.

“I want you to sit on my face, so get up and remove your clothes,” he orders. Bossy Sid is my favorite Sid, only if it’s in the bedroom or on the ice. I grin and cross my arms at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it on the floor. I unclasp my bra, slipping it off slowly. Sidney’s eyes stare at my breasts hungrily once they’re released.

“Not yet, these,” I say squeezing my breasts. “Will come later; if you make me come.”

“In case you forgot how competitive I am, you most certainly will.” Getting off the couch, I slowly push my panties and shorts off, letting them fall to the floor. Sid lies across the couch before I straddle him. He massages my hips, gently pushing me up his body. Slowly making my way up him, my legs rest on either side of his face. Sidney kisses the insides of my thighs, making small bites that make me squirm. I hover myself over his mouth, using the armrest and the back of the couch for balance.

"So fucking wet for me," he groans against my pussy before that first, euphoric lick. My head rolls back at the sudden pleasure as he continues the motion; entrance to the very top of my clit before swirling his tongue around it. I gently rock against him, urging him on. His licks are slow and deliberate, painstakingly delicious.

"Holy shit, just like that," I pant as he sucks on my clit. He alternates between sucking and flicking the sensitive bud as he hums and moans. His erotic noises are so damn hot, those alone could set me off.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna come," I groan a few moments later. This sends Sidney into overdrive, furiously running his tongue up and down my pussy then wrapping those perfect lips around my clit. I freaking detonate, moaning out his name like a half prayer. Gripping onto the couch, I continue to ride his face since he decides to hold me down onto his face.

"Sidney," I grunt as I feel that second wave of pleasure rush throughout my body. This time, my orgasm is nearly silent; my voice caught in my throat as I come crashing down. I lift myself slowly off him and opt to sit on the floor, my legs still shaking. Sid laughs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I told you you'd come," he grins. He sits up, his erection very present. Is it bad my mouth started to water? He sees me staring and palms his cock through his shorts. "You want this?" Sidney asks coyly.

"Do you love hockey?" I retort. I kneel between his legs, nuzzling his thighs and up to his dick.

"As much as I'd love to put this in that pretty mouth of yours, this was one-sided."

"What?" I sit back in confusion.

"I knew you were a little thrown off by meeting her at lunch so I wanted you to know that I'm not fazed and that I only want you." He leans down, tilting my head up by my chin to place a gentle kiss to my lips. "You'll get me later, now we should go clean up."

"I still want to talk about it," I whisper. Not to kill the mood or anything but I want to know about his ex and see if I have anything to worry about. He sighs and strokes my face.

"Fine, we can talk about it. Now let's go get clean," he says standing us up and gathering my clothes.

Notes

I'm sooo sorry I've been awful with updating. Life is crazy right now and my lack of motivation to do a lot of things kills my creativity. How about those pens?! I'm so proud of them #Cheesin. I was thinking of writing a quick one-shot but never got around to it so who knows, that may happen soon. Also, this chapter went in the complete opposite direction of how I wanted it to go but I'm not complaining.