Ian was as obnoxious as I feared. He pretty much slithered into my office and I'm sure he thinks he's one of God's gifts to women. The fact is his tan and super white teeth just looked tacky. Thankfully, he wasn't as stupid as he looked and is actually on top of the work with Roots. Basically, they want to do their own behind the scenes thing. They started filming it in the summer but it never aired because of the lockout. Now they want to start airing them but continue filming too. It's going to require some careful scheduling. We have our own In the Room series, the quick hits that Sam is doing and now Roots wants to interview the guys and follow them around too. Scheduling is going to hate us but there's nothing that I can do about that; it's a lockout year and we need to give the fans and the advertisers whatever they want. I will need to make sure that the players don't hate us though. Their time is already so tight because of the shortened season that they won't like it taken up with more interviews.
As I predicted, Ian took my hand in both of his as we end our meeting and shook hands then suggested we continue our conversation over drinks. It took all of my will not to wipe my hand on my skirt after I pulled it away from his. I declined his offer and told him to have a good night. He finally got the hint to leave when I turned around and sat at my desk. As I drive to Sid's house now, I relive that final handshake and can't stop my nose from crinkling. I think I need a really hot shower to wash the ick away. Hopefully Sid will have some wine too. I got the car rental with GPS so it's easy to find his place. There's a gate with an intercom; I press it and the gate opens. Getting the car rental made sense because I'm tired of relying on others to drive me places. Plus, I think Sid is right and we'll need to spend time here so that he isn't photographed at my hotel all the time. I grab my purse and bag as I step out of the car then notice the house for the first time. It's all brick and kind of a red-brown colour. It would be quaint if it wasn't so big. It looks much newer than the homes I passed on my way here. I wonder if he built it.
Sidney is opening up the door as I walk up the stairs. His smile is a welcome sight after the very long and difficult day. Usually I would have wanted to go back to the hotel and work out before passing out in bed. I don't know why I was drawn here instead but I can get a good workout this way too. When I step through the door, Sidney leans down to kiss me; yep, this was definitely a good idea as his lips meet mine. "Hi" he says as he pulls away. "Hi" I say back. He takes my coat and hangs it up in the closet. "Want a glass of wine?" he asks me. "Like I never have before" I answer. He chuckles and leads the way to the kitchen. I can't help but notice how beautiful his home is; there are dark woods that make it modern but warm colours that make it traditional too. Overall, it looks very comfortable and very much like him. The kitchen is spectacular. "Wow Sid, this is some kitchen and house. Did you remodel or build it?" He smiles as he's pouring two glasses of wine. "Thanks. I knew that I wanted to live in Sewickley but I wanted to be closer to the centre of town rather than near Mario. I'd bought a house out near him but it never really felt like home so I never moved in. I waited until a property closer to town came up and bought it. The house was old and not in a good way so I tore it down and spent the fall building the new house." I take my glass from him and sip. He must have acquired Mario's taste in wine because it is really good. He gestures to another room and I can tell right away that he spends a lot of time here. Besides the huge TV, there are comfortable couches and chairs, a fireplace with a fire already lit and the whole room feels inviting. I slip onto one of the couches and almost moan when I sink into the cushions. I think this is the first time that I've relaxed all day.
Sid sits down beside me and makes himself comfortable too. "Thank you" I tell him. "I think this is the first time I've relaxed all day." He smiles at me and says "it can't have been easy for you with Tom." I don't know why but I want to tell him about it. I look into his eyes and he has that intensity that always gets me so I find myself spilling out everything that happened. Tom got angry when I talked about my expectations and how he needs to change to stay a part of the team. He yelled and screamed but I was ok. I'd prepared for this and made sure we were situated with the desk between us. When he stood up and kept yelling, I called security as Ray suggested and then told Tom that he was fired. While I'm telling him, Sid reaches over for my hand and his thumb rubs over my knuckles, back and forth. It's soothing and I continue to feel myself relax. "I don't think any of the players were surprised when Ray told us" Sid says. "We knew that Tom was a lightweight and he really treated his guys badly. I think Katie was scared of him which is why she wanted off of the road trips so badly and they brought in Michelle." I hadn't thought of that, the Katie thing because I knew how he treated his team, so I'm even happier that I made the change that I did.
"Did you rent the car?" Sid asks. "Yeah, if I'm going to be here a while than I thought I should" I reply. He frowns like he's figuring something out then asks "why are you staying at a hotel? Doesn't your dad own a house here?" I was really hoping that no one would ask me that question or any question about my father. I take a sip of wine and then reply "yeah he does. The hotel is right in town, close to the arena and easy to get to after working so many long hours." I look at him and I see he's not buying it. Damnit, he has enumerable patience. He just stares at me with those intense green eyes and waits for me to talk. "Fine" I say. "My father and I have a strained relationship. I'm here of course so we do talk but I wouldn't want to put him out and stay at his home." That's all he's going to get from me and I'm surprised that I told him that much. I take another drink of my wine and then put it down on the coffee table. I take his and put it beside mine. When I come back to the sofa, I straddle him and rest my hands on his shoulders. My skirt rides up and his hands follow it. I slide my hands up until they are on each cheek. "This is the perfect way to end a perfectly shitty day. Thank you for having me over." I tell him and then peck at his lips. He smiles and replies "you're welcome." We stare into each other's eyes for a moment. I can feel his thumbs begin to circle at my thighs and feel it deep inside of me.
I take his lips with mine in a deep and long kiss. I could kiss him forever but I have many other plans tonight. I bite at his lower lip and then take his mouth again while I rock my hips against him. There is no avoiding that he's glad I'm here too. He tugs my shirt out of my skirt and, before he can start on the buttons, I pull it over my head. His eyes are resting on my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden through the lace of my bra just with his gaze. He lowers his lips and nips at me through my bra; first one nipple and then the other. His hands pull down the straps so that my breasts spring free and he takes complete advantage. I rock my hips against him again and my skirt hikes up higher. He pulls up and kisses me again before he lifts me off of his lap so that I'm standing in front of him. He pulls my skirt up the rest of the way until it's around my waist and then he strips off my hose and panties in one motion. He swipes a finger between my legs once, then twice. I can't do anything but watch as he then takes my hand and slips one of my fingers between my legs so that it gets wet. My heart begins to race as I watch him. I can't take my eyes off of him. Then he takes my hand and pulls my finger into his mouth to suck my juices off of it. When did he learn that trick? Oh fuck, he is so hot. I can almost feel myself drip now from wanting him.
He pulls me to him again and I go willingly. Straddling him again, I pull off his tee shirt and then run my hands over his shoulders and then chest. I love his body. I lean back a bit so that I can let my hands go lower until I've undone his jeans. He yanks me back to his lips like he's dying of thirst and my lips will save him. The kiss takes on a more desperate quality as I begin to rock against him. He slides a hand between us and fingers me. He knows immediately that I don't need any more time. I reach down and pull him out of his jeans. After producing a condom out of his back pocket, he uses his hands at my waist to lift me up, position me perfectly and then I slide down over him. I set the pace slow at first but then increase as he kisses me. His tongue plays with mine as we move faster and faster. Oh yes, this is exactly what I needed after today; a quick and intense orgasm can often cure all. Sid doesn't disappoint. Very soon I'm crying out and then slumping onto him. He's found his release too and holds me close to him. Our heart rates eventually slow and I lean back. I think we're both surprised at how quickly this just happened. It was no frills sex but with a lot of frills in the finish.
I slip off of him and stand up. Pulling my skirt down, I know it's a lost cause until laundered so I take it completely off. Sid hands me his tee shirt with I pull on and then I grab my panties too while Sid takes care of himself. When we're both in our partial dress, he pulls me down beside him asks me "before we were distracted, I wanted to ask if you ate. Did you?" He's the cutest. "No, I worked until I had enough and then came straight here." He stands up and pulls me with him. Handing me my glass of wine, he takes his own and says "follow me." I follow him to the kitchen and he points at the breakfast bar so I sit. "Do you like omelettes?" he asks. Is he really about to make me dinner? "Sidney, you don't have to cook for me. I'm fine." He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I just throw up my hands and let him cook. I offer to help chop the vegetables but he won't let me do anything. This boy's mom raised him right although I have a sneaky suspicion that he only has a few things in his culinary repertoire. In no time, I have a delicious omelette and a full glass of wine in front of me. Sid eats an apple with his wine.
"Delicious, really, thank you" I tell him. He smiles and then asks "you said that your dad and you have a strained relationship. What happened?" He's like a dog with a bone on this; didn't he realize before that I didn't want to talk about it. I look at him and think of how to change the subject. There's that intense, patient look of his again. Fine! "When my parent's divorced, it was ugly and my sister took my mom's side. She and my dad barely talk now and she only sees him for public events that she can't avoid. My brother took dad's side and he hasn't talked to my mom since. I refused to take sides. Their divorce wasn't about me so I wouldn't take sides; I loved them both. While they both still talk to me, they are each a little bitter that I didn't take their side and see it like I sided with the other one by not siding with them. It was ugly Sidney. Their divorce went all the way to the California Supreme Court." It's not something that I like to talk about but anyone can find out through a simple Google search so it's not exactly a secret. "Sid, it doesn't define me. I came to accept the limitations of my relationship with my parents a while ago. I can't change them so I'm left with accepting them for who they are and I live my life and they live theirs." I finish off my omelette and take a sip of wine. When I look at Sid, he looks sad and I know he feels sympathy for me. This is the last thing I wanted to talk about, well maybe not the last, but this is not what our relationship is about so I change the subject fast.
"Did you get your calendar for the Little Penguins activities?" I ask him. For a moment, I don't think he's going to answer but then he says "yeah, today. It's going to be a really busy season isn't it." I chuckle and say "you don't know the half of it. We're doing something with Roots that's going to require player interviews and involvement too. I met with Ian form marketing later this afternoon because we're partnering with them on the project." He nods and asks "what did you think of Ian?" I simply make a face and Sid laughs. "Yeah, the guy's a douche. He comes into the locker room like he's one of us and tries to get us to go trolling in bars with him. He's really a douche." I laugh because Sid is so right. The guy is a douche. "Yeah well, I have to work with that douche but I've dealt with worse before. He's harmless really." Sid shrugs and takes my dishes to the sink. He looks like he's considering cleaning up but instead he says "let's go upstairs." "Why don't you let me clean up?" I ask him. He shakes his head and says "they'll be there tomorrow. We're both exhausted, come on." He takes my hand and leads me back to the stairs. After he picks up my bag and purse, we head upstairs. "Sid, this is gorgeous. I love the stair rails and the warm colours are great." I look at him and he has a huge boyish grin on his face. "Thanks. I picked everything out. Well, my mom helped with the kitchen and living room. I really wanted it to be comfortable, you know? I've been in too many big houses that feel like you can't get comfortable in them or are afraid to touch something. That's not how I want to live." I can't help but think how sweet he is and then I can only think one thing: bed!
The master bedroom is dominated by a California King bed. It's huge! "Wow" I tell him. When I do look at him he's blushing so I have to keep poking. "You really wanted to have a statement bed, huh? Do you like all that room or that many visitors?" Now he turns even redder. I take a running leap and jump into the middle like I used to do as a kid. I bounce a few times and can't help laughing. Sid leaves my bags at the foot of the bed and climbs onto the bed beside me. He leans on one arm and then partially on me. His free hand pushes my hair back from my face and trails over my cheek and then chin. "You are so incredibly beautiful" he tells me. I've been told in countless ways that I'm beautiful over the years. This is the first time that a man has said and made me believe it simply by his conviction. He leans down and brushes my lips with his soft and slow. I don't know where he's going with this but I go along for the ride. The mood has changed and I can't put my finger exactly on it. As we kiss, his hand slides into my hair and buries in there. I run my hands over his bare arms and shoulders then back again. He's holding himself up so I can feel the muscles in his arms flexing. God, he has incredible arms.
He stops and pulls back to look at me. Oh oh, there's that gooey look in his eyes. I thought we settled this and I shut my eyes for a moment to think. When I open them again, the gooey look is gone and he's smiling at me. Ok, I must be imagining things. I give him a quick peck and ask "where's the bathroom?" He points to an en suite so I grab my bag and head to it. I brought a few toiletries with me and go about brushing my teeth and taking care of business. I can't help but take a deep breath of Sid's shirt that I'm still wearing. It smells so much like him and I feel a shiver go through me. I look around and he has a steam shower. I love those and it would really take the kinks out. I turn on the water and then stick my head out the door bathroom. Sid's on the bed in only his jeans, just as I left him, watching TV. "Sid? Feel like a shower?" I send him a grin and then shut the door again. Quickly I strip off my panties and borrowed shirt before stepping into the steamy shower. Soon after, Sid steps in too. I'm under the spray and he comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. I can feel that he is semi hard against my lower back. He grabs the soap and begins to lather up first my stomach, then he moves up to my breasts and then he goes down lower again. He lets go of me so that he can slide down and wash each of my legs. The water from above rinses the soap off of me.
Sid turns me around so that, since he's on his knees, he is in line with my core. The shower is full of steam now and I can't see him; but, I definitely know he's there. He pushes me slightly back so that I'm flush against the wet wall. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder to expose me to him. I feel one of his fingers dip inside of me and then his lips on my clit. At first he leaves light kisses and then he flicks and plays using his tongue. I can feel it throughout my whole body. Since I can't see anything, all I can do is feel. He adds another finger inside of me and increases the pressure with his tongue. I feel myself going higher and higher. His clever fingers and tongue work me. He changes position slightly to give himself a better angle and that causes the pressure to build. I feel it getting harder and harder to breathe. I feel the pressure gaining over me. Finally, I can't hold back anymore and I feel my orgasm take over me.
Instead of standing, Sid slides up my body leaving kisses in his wake until he reaches my lips and takes the kiss deep. I can feel his erection against my stomach. When I reach down to take care of it he pulls my hand away. His lips travel to my ear and he groans "wait until we're in bed. I want to be buried inside of you when I cum." His words make me shiver. I grab the soap he's abandoned and lather up his chest, arms and shoulders before moving around him to get his back and that spectacular ass. I turn him around now and, well, it's right in front of me so I take the tip of his dick in my mouth. I just take the tip in and suck it before rubbing my tongue around it. Wanting to abide by his request, I take my lips off of his dick and slide my body over his as I stand slowly. "Good God, are you trying to kill me woman?" I chuckle at him as he dumps shampoo and washes my hair. It is so erotic to have his hands through my wet hair washing it. We both rinse down under the spray until we're squeaky clean. Sid turns the water off and steps out of the shower. When I follow him, he wraps me in a big, fluffy towel and then grabs one for himself. We never lose eye contact while drying ourselves off. He grabs another towel and rubs it over my hair to get most of the moisture out of it.
When we're both dry, Sidney brushes his teeth and I slather on some cream. We seem very domestic except for the hot and hungry looks we keep sending each other. I can see his erection pushing at the towel he has around his waist. I can still feel the tingling from my last orgasm or maybe it's in anticipation of my next one and having him inside of me. We finish and turn to each other. Our lips and bodies meet at the same time. He sweeps me up in his arms. It should seem really cheesy but it works for Sid. He carries me to the bed and I notice he's turned down the sheets and there is one light softly glowing in the corner. He lays me down and follows pressing me into the mattress with his body. He pulls back slightly and opens my towel so that he can see and touch me. At the same time, I pull his away from him and throw it on the floor. We continue to kiss and touch but we're only savouring now. We both know that the other is ready and we're only prolonging the inevitable. It's the prolonging that makes me shiver again throughout my whole body. Sid leaves me for a moment and reaches into the night table. I see a condom in his hand and take it from him. I love the look in his eyes as I push it down over his huge erection. When I go to climb on top of him, he pushes me back instead until he's settled between my legs. He lines himself up but instead of slamming inside of me as he has done, he takes it inch by sweet and slow inch. It's exquisite torture. When he's fully inside of me, we begin to move at the same time and the same pace. Slowly at first and then a little faster until I know I'm close and Sid sends me over the edge when he reaches down and rubs at my clit too. I feel him let himself go as I'm clamping down on him.
He collapses on top of me for a moment and then rolls onto his side taking me with him. We are face to face now on the bed with our bodies still touching from head to toe. One of his legs is through mine and my leg is over his. He kisses me softly, sweetly, once and then twice. I shiver, only this time I'm cold, so Sid reaches for the sheet and comforter to cover us and then he pulls me close to him again. This is weird. Usually he falls off to sleep or I fall off to sleep. Neither of us do this time. Sidney continues to touch me softly; along my cheeks, a finger down my arm, the back of his fingers over my breast. He moves in to kiss me again only this time neither of us close our eyes. I smile at him and say "this is much better than a hotel for sure." He frowns, pauses like he's trying to decide something and then says "don't do that. We're having a nice moment. I know our agreement but that doesn't mean that we can't have a nice moment." I'm surprised by his words and even more surprised that I seemed to have hurt him. I may not want to fall in love but I'm not heartless. Before he can move away, I take his cheeks in my hands and pull him back for a slow, sweet kiss. Leaning back, I look at him and say "I'm sorry. You're right, it is a nice moment and I'm glad for it." He pauses and then must see that I'm sincere so he lies back on the pillow and takes me with him. I allow myself to curl up at his side. I feel badly that I didn't react the way he wanted. It makes me wonder what the rest of the season will be like and if I'll hurt him again.