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It starts with a comment.
“Carmy, when was the last time you even got your dick wet!”
Richie yells it while they’re all eating dinner well after the restaurant closed and service ended. It was a good day, packed house for the 15th week in a row and they were twelve more packed nights away from owing Uncle J everything and more. Sugar had her baby and Carmy got slapped by Claire and was broken up with. Richie hit him too and they made up just as well. Only a couple of tears were shed. Sydney makes a dish that gets featured in the news. Carmy starts therapy 2 weeks into the restaurant’s debut and three weeks later, he tells Sydney he likes her, maybe he’s liked her all this time, and she admits her feelings for him just as much, and everything is well. They started dating almost immediately.
They keep their relationship discreet. Secret. Mainly because no one needs to be in their business anyways but also because it works best that way. They work together, go home together, cook together, kiss, sometimes have sex, then go back to work. It’s a schedule she and Carmy both love. But because no one knows…
Richie’s comment makes Sydney choke on her wine while said man laughs. She sees Carmy out of the corner of her eye, he’s red and looking everywhere but her, “Jesus, fuck, Cousin, what the fuck kind of question is that?! We’re eating here,” everyone’s laughing and a little drunk, and Richie presses forward, “I’m just saying, you look — you look, hollow my guy, fuck! I know it didn’t work out with Claire but shit, someone must like that tortured chef vibe,” and even though he’s teasing, she can see Carmy tense up and so does Tina.
Sydney clears her throat, “Y’know, we could stand to ask you the same question, Rich. At least Carmy has a reason to look hollow, not that he does. You don’t think Eva deserves some siblings?” This makes Richie boast a laugh, and so does the rest of the kitchen, and she eyes Carmy, a silent but loving ‘Thank you,’ in his eyes.
“For your information miss Micheal Myers, I am focusing on myself and becoming the best host this fucking city has ever seen! But I’m sure you’d just looooveee to help Carmy out, huh? Fucking food play or some shit,” she laughs, not taking him seriously as everyone giggles, “Oh, fuck you, Richie! You would be the only one to even think I’m into that lame shit!” Sydney retorts, and Sweeps speaks, “Aye, aye, nah, no kink shaming at the table! To each their own!” And there’s more laughter.
The night goes on. Sydney keeps her eyes on Carmy as secretly as she can to make sure Richie’s comment didn’t get to him. He does the same. Their eyes meet a couple of times. She smiles. Tina and Ebrah pull out spades and Marcus and Sweeps and Jonathan take their leave. Carmy and Sydney clean up together and Richie stands, just a bit more drunk than everyone else, helping them, “Y’know I meant nothing by it, Cousin, just — you were a little happy with Claire, right?” Carmy runs his hand through his hair and shrugs, his signature move when he’s clearly uncomfortable, “I mean — as happy as you can be when you’re constantly dissociating,” he admits and Sydney smiles to herself, happy Carmy is using his therapist's words.
Richie continues, “I’m just saying, Carm, don’t let this restaurant— don’t let it be the only thing you think you can have. Even if it’s just Sydney Uptight Notebook Adamu, or whatever, over there, you deserve to be happy,” Sydney calls, “I heard that! Fuck you, Richie!” And she hears them both airily laugh. “I — I am happy, Cousin, alright? Now, get home safely and drink something other than Chardonnay,” and Richie nods, grabbing his keys. She and Carmy wish Richie a good night as he leaves.
Carmy’s back at her side, grabbing the napkins and utensils and Sydney hums, “You think he’ll get home safe?” Carmy chuckles, “He’s driven in much worse conditions so yeah, he’s completely fine.” She smiles to herself, lowering her voice, “You okay?” She asks and Carmy looks at her, blue eyes meeting brown, and he smiles and licks his lips, “Yeah. Yea, I’m good. You?”
She nods. “Ready to go home,” she whispers even lower and Carmy nods, too. He turns to Tina and Ebrah, “Chefs, I’m gonna walk Syd to the station, you guys can lock up good?” Tina nods, smiling, “You got it Jeffery, be safe!” “See you Monday!” They both say back, and Syd and Carmy nod and walk to the locker room, grabbing coats then each other's hand.
They had gotten good at hiding until necessary. Quiet kisses in the office that lasted for a second. Silent glances that broke the earth. Shoulder touches that meant ‘I’m here’. It’s weird that it works so well. Carmy opens his car door for her and they’re off to his apartment, still holding hands. Sydney stares at his hands and thinks.
And maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s because of how busy the restaurant is. Maybe it's because they haven’t had sex in a couple of weeks, but Sydney’s brain starts moving in the wrong, insecure direction. She loves Carmy, she loves their schedule, she loves their vanilla sex life, but she bites her lip, wondering and overthinking. Does Carmy want more? Does she, for that matter? She’s had so little sexual experience within her life and she knows Carmy has had maybe even less, but… he still has preferences right? He still has like... kinks? Does she? Fuck.
Her head feels hot. Richie mentioned Claire. ‘He was a little happy with her.’ Her brain fuzzies over like TV static. Did she and Carmy—?
“Hey,” Carmy’s soft voice brings her back to reality and she realizes they’re at his apartment, a 12 minute drive turned into a quick blink. She looks at him, rambling, the wine on her tongue makes her a lot more loose than she’s used to. “Yeah, sorry, sorry. I’m — I’m here, sorry,” he kisses her hand, nodding, “S’alright.. can you walk okay? You had like three glasses and were leaning on me earlier,” she blinks. Her mind is spinning so she nods, then clarifies, “Yeah, uhm, can — can you help me?” And her voice is soft and quiet. Carmy nods and he gets out first. She breathes in and out, trying to still her heart.
He helps her up to the apartment, she puts all her weight on him unintentionally. She’s still quiet and over thinking and once they’re inside, both finally sat on the couch, Carmy calls to her, “Syd, what’s up? You’re quiet.” And it’s not accusatory but Sydney feels a spot light on her that she can’t shake. She wants to say ‘No, I’m okay, nothing’s wrong, could you please stop staring at me, I really wanna ride your face right now,’
“You do?” Carmy lets out, and Sydney stares at him. “What?” She says, lost. Why is the room moving? Carmy’s lips perk up a bit, looking at her, “You… you just said you wanted to uhm… ride my face, like out loud.” She did?
“Yes,” Carmy answers, face red and she groans, pushing his arm, “Stop— stop reading my mind! Ugh, no I lied, I don’t — I don’t want that, this is — this is Drunk Sydney, not your girlfriend. She’s … she’s stupid and really horny, don’t listen to a word she says,” she sighs, closing her eyes. Fucking, stupid imported French wine. What the fuck is wrong with French people where they need to be that drunk?
Carmy laughs slightly, grabbing her hands and kissing her fingers, “Sydney. Anything you wanna tell me?” And he looks at her. God, he’s so sexy. Look at his fucking arms. Who has such tight shirts? Those stupid deep eyes. She wants to eat him. He doesn’t respond so she luckily didn’t say that aloud, thank fuck. She licks her lips, grounding herself. She can do this. She can tell Carmy anything, he hasn’t judged her before. She swallows, mouth dry, “Uhm, I wanna… I will tell you, I just.. I need water, please,” he nods, kissing her cheek and she giggles. Drunk Sydney is always so surprised at her boyfriend’s affection. This makes him laugh, too. She watches him walk away, following his biceps and his back muscles, the way his hair curls right over his eyes, the scar right above his lip she’s kissed over and over. She squeezes her legs together, trying to control herself. Why is he so sexy? Stupid sexy Carmy. Sexy, stupid Carmy.
When he comes back with the glass, she drinks the water like it’s the first thing she ever drank in years. Carmy laughs, taking a swig of his own water himself and when she’s done, she leans back and sighs. He hands her another glass and a headache pill and she takes them both. Okay. Her brain isn’t as foggy and Carmy doesn’t look as much as a sculpted god like he looked a minute ago. She can think.
She clears her throat, “Uhm… it’s just. Okay, like we’ve been dating for a couple of months now right?” And Carmy nods, eyes staring at hers and she swallows to ground herself, “And like, everything is really good and stuff and I really like you but like… I don’t know, I feel like… like maybe I’m — or, not just me or just in general, I don’t know, it’s just — do you think we’re boring?” And it comes out so wrong, like she has a problem with their relationship and when she sees Carmy’s eyebrows shoot up, she sits up too fast to do damage control, “Not to say—! Fuck, I meant like, like y’know couples like our age, like people our age they just do — they do a lot, and I think we — or uhm, fuck, I’m fucking this up, I’m sorry,” she holds her face in her hands, sighing and trying to control her breathing.
Carmy laughs a bit and sits forward, bringing her into his chest and she lays there, still hiding, but happy to be close with him. “What Richie said… did it fuck with you?”
Sydney sighs and nods. She’s so happy Carmy can read her mind.
He hums, tucking a loose braid behind her ear and he kisses her forehead. “Why?” He inquires softly and she shrugs, sitting up and looking at him. Her soft brown eyes meet his and she licks her lips, “It’s like… I haven’t done much, y’know.. like in college, I literally only lost my virginity because of a dare. And it sucked. Like, neither one of us came, sucked. And when I was in a relationship, he sucked. Really bad. And I like you, and you— you don’t suck, and I wanna make sure — I don’t suck and you like me too,” she admits softly. Carmy nods, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss. She melts, much like she always does, and she’s drunk so she lets out a moan that she’d usually keep down.
Carmy kisses all over her face and she smiles, holding on to his biceps, giggling. “You don’t suck, Syd,” he says and she almost makes a blowjob joke but holds back. “If you wanna do something new that’s okay with me, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says sweetly and she nods, “Uhm, I — I do, I just don’t know what…” she sits up properly and Carmy follows.
She shrugs, “What uhm… what do you wanna try out?” She asks and Carmy’s eyes get big, “You wanna talk about it now?” He jokes, half smile grazing his lips and she smiles too, “Hey, Drunk Sydney is more confident than your girlfriend, she’ll thank me later,”
Carmy laughs too and he sighs and thinks, hand running through his hair. His cheeks are red and Sydney waits. He speaks after a couple of moments, “Uhm… I don’t really have anything in mind. Like really,” she speaks before she can think, “What’d you do with Claire?” She asks, a bitter and jealous flavor on her tongue. Carmy chuckles, clearly enjoying it, “Drunk Sydney gets pretty jealous huh?”
She waves him off, “No, regular Sydney does too, she just hides it better,” and Carmy nods, rubbing the back of his neck, blushing. “Well, in real life Claire and I had sex like twice and I was really — really out of it. Just never really present except…okay, this is kinda… I’ll just say it,” he says slowly, and Sydney leans forward as best she can without falling over, “I wasn’t really… attracted to her, like… I think I dissociated like really hard whenever we were together. Like I’d be there one moment and then it’d be over and I like had.. no memory of the moments in between…” he trails off and Sydney looks at him, “Is that bad?” She makes a sound in the back of her throat, shrugging, “It’s not — it’s not good , I don’t think. But luckily, you’re not feeling that anymore, I hope?” She asks, leaning forward and he nods, blinking, “Yeah, yes, I’m not. Like not at all, we’re — Syd, you’re good.” Her brain calms for a second and lets him continue, “But, uhm… we didn’t do anything adventurous. She asked me if I like, had any chef kinks but I don’t think I do,”
Sydney perks her head, “Really? Because you look at me weird when I say ‘Yes, Chef’ sometimes.” Carmy smiles, “I just like your voice,” he admits and she nods, face hot. He keeps going, “But yeah, I don’t know, Syd, I don’t really ‘like’ anything in particular. Even when I was younger, I don’t think I masturbated till I was like — 16? 17? Really late bloomer,” he finishes and she nods. She thinks about herself, realizing with Carmy’s wide eyes that it’s her turn now.
She speaks, “Uhm… well, I don’t think I have any chef kinks or anything, but uhm.. before we were dating? I had a dream you fucked me in the kitchen, like in the walk-in,” she shrugs, trying to look calm but her heart is beating so loud she swears Carmy can hear it, “Then I woke up and was like really grossed out because like, ew food and like cum? No, thank you,”
Carmy laughs, “Okay, so no food kink?” She giggles, “No, not that I know of at least. I like watching you eat, though,” she admits and he smiles, eyebrows raised, “Really?” She bites her lip, feeling exposed, “Actually, I don’t wanna talk about this anymore, let’s go to bed, yeah?” and she tries to stand, legs wobbling and Carmy stands to catch her. Sydney groans, “Ugh, I hate getting drunk,” she admits and Carmy smiles, kissing her forehead and keeping close, “We can go to sleep then,” he whispers and she shudders, “Don’t whisper, I’m already horny,” she knows she’s says it aloud and that makes him laugh again.
Sydney does her best to put on her scarf and wrap her hair, but she’s off tomorrow so she’s not too worried about it. She slips on her night shirt, which is just one of Carmy’s t-shirts and he slips into his shorts and she stares at his back as it comes into view. She groans, “Carmy, you’re so sexy,” she slurs out, in bed and watching him with hooded eyes, tucked under the covers. Carmy laughs, walking over to the bed and kissing her. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer and closer till he’s all the way on top of her, sighing against her mouth like she is him.
He pulls back, lips wet, “We’ll have sex in the morning, m’kay?” He mumbles against her lips and Sydney nods, kissing him again. He moves to turn the lamp off, laying down fully and kissing her. She melts in his touch and her eyelids get heavier and heavier until they finally shut.
Carmy keeps his word.
Sydney is grateful for the water and the pill he had given her last night because she wakes with no headache or pain. Carmy’s on his phone, reading some article when she wakes up and turns to him, breathing in deeply as his scent envelops her nose. He turns to her and leans to kiss her but she puts her hand over his mouth, “Lemme — breath, yep,” and she hops up to the bathroom, his soft chuckle following her.
She won’t lie, she has very little memory of last night, but she knows she must have said something stupid or revealing or incredibly horny and sexual as her underwear feels like she’s started her fucking period. She brushes her teeth quickly, noting that whatever was going on downstairs has to be a result of something from last night, and she knows her body well enough to know that Carmy’s voice alone could make her this horny. What the fuck was Drunk Sydney’s problem? She groans as she spits and fixes her scarf, walking back to the bedroom.
Carmy’s still on his phone, now talking to Sugar, but he still looks at Sydney when she lays back down, “No, yeah, me and Syd are going to the Market today. Yeah, I know, she can see us next weekend, yeah? …Yes, Sugar, I promise, you want me to tell Rosa too? No, that was obviously me being sarcastic, Nat, I swear if you put the baby on the phone— yep, yep, love you too, bye!” And he hangs up with a sigh. Sydney leans on his shoulder and kisses his cheek, “Rosa wants to see you?” She inquires, and he nods, then says, “You too. Sugar says she lights up when you’re around,” and he turns his body to fully kiss her and she smiles against his mouth, wrapping her arms around him and putting her fingers through his hair.
Carmy moves his lips though, kissing at her neck and sliding his warm hands up her shirt, softly caressing her nipples and Sydney sighs, “You remember what we talked about last night?” He whispers in her ear and she smile-frowns, “No. And yes. Only a little bit,” and she lets out a gasping moan when Carmy pinches her skin there, kissing her neck and sucking as an apology. He leans back to look at her, “Well, Drunk Sydney told me to tell you that she wants to try some new things,” she tries to stop herself from falling into the floor, and tries to sound normal, “Oh yeah? I might kill her then,” she jokes and Carmy laughs too, but she sees the deep look in his eyes, like he wants to continue talking. She licks her lips, “Uhm… you had something in mind this morning?”
He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss her, “No, but — Can I just eat you out for right now?” She huffs, Carmy is so fucking explicit that it knocks the wind out of her lungs, she nods instead of speaking. Carmy smiles, kissing her and lifting her shirt.
Her underwear is off in the next moment, Carmy kissing his way down to her pussy. She’s already embarrassingly wet, and Carmy sighs, opening up thighs and kissing the skin there, “Fuck, Syd,” he whines out and she sighs too, hands in his hair and urging him forward and Carmy wastes no time, kissing her lips and pushing them apart with his tongue, licking up everything she’s spilled out.
Sydney tosses her head back, letting out a high pitched sound, resisting the urge to cover her mouth. Carmy hums against her sex and her eyes roll back, legs clamping together around his cheeks. He coaxes her legs back down with his hands, squeezing the skin there and using his strength to hold her down. Her mind makes a note, Carmy’s strong , and she whines, thinking of all the ways he can hold her and keep her still.
Carmy takes his time with Sydney, the way he knows she likes, licking and kissing at her entrance for a bit then moving back up to her clit and sucking the skin there, wrapping his whole mouth around the bud and holding there. He feels her hands squeezing harder, her thighs are shaking more and she’s gasping more and more. He knows the telltale signs of Sydney’s orgasms, so when she whines out, high and against the air, “Oh, fuck, Carmy, Carmy, Carmy —” and he loves it, smiling as much as he can while she pulls his hair. He tries to keep her shaking thighs down, but Sydney bucks forward, fucking his face as she cums.
Sydney knows what she must look like right now, thrusting against her boyfriend’s face with her hands in his hair and her thighs convulsing, but she can’t care. Her orgasm pulls through her, flowing through her entire body and opening up her pussy as she cums against Carmy’s chin and lips. It feels nice, her mind is reeling when it’s over, body still twisting. She huffs, tapping his shoulder twice to let him know she’s over stimulated.
Carmy pulls off, kissing at her lips and thighs and kissing her mouth, lips wet and she sighs, tasting herself. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer, rubbing herself against his boner in his boxers and he groans. She urges him forward, kissing his neck, suddenly overcome with the need to have his dick in her mouth. Carmy gets the hint and lays back, still keeping Sydney’s lips on his, and shaking off his underwear. She kisses downward, mouth drooling on his stomach and thighs and she finally reaches his dick, red and leaking and she tries to hide the moan that comes to the back of her throat. She swipes a lick on her palm and takes him in her hand, Carmy letting out a winced sigh, like her hand was too hot.
She kisses his head, then wraps her whole mouth around him, needing to have him on her tongue like an addict. He tastes sweet, surprisingly, like a nice dessert after having a good meal at their restaurant. She licks up all the precum he has and Carmy bucks, a soft moan leaves his mouth. Sydney sighs, eyes closing as she listens to him. Carmy’s always so noisy during sex, whining and moaning deep sounds channeling from the depths of his chest and it always makes Sydney feel dizzy. She’s gotten lost and distracted, sucking him off the few times she’s done it, pussy leaking as he whines and says her name like it’s heaven on his lips.
Carmy cums faster than Sydney does, letting out a “Fuck, Syd, Syd, shit—” and she pulls away (bregudingly) and finishes him off, urging and egging him on, “Cmon Carmy, it’s okay,” she says softly, and he huffs, whining and his dick spurts out in her hand and she watches, mesmerized. Carmy’s breathing hard, head tilted back and chest heaving.
She sighs, looking up at him, cum still on her hands, “What was Drunk Syd saying, again?” She mostly jokes but Carmy smiles behind the forearm he’s placed over head to calm down. He chuckles and sits up, grabbing her face and pulling her into a kiss. She can still taste herself on his lips and she knows he can, too.
They actually (finally) talk about it over breakfast. Carmy cooks them both some eggs Benedict, unnecessarily runny like Sydney likes and prepares a pot of coffee, mostly for him to stop smoking. Carmy starts, “You mostly just said you wanted to try some new stuff, never specified what,” he shrugs, taking a swig and she sighs, rubbing her face and thinking.
“Oh,” Carmy says, smiling before she talks, “You also, uhm.. admitted you wanted to — ride my face, as you put it,” and Sydney groans, putting her head on the table and sighs. “That, that truly wasn’t me, I would never say that —”
He cuts her off, “Syd, Syd. It’s fine, I’m not — I’m not judging. This is an open conversation, I’m listening, okay?” And she huffs, looking up and nodding. She pushes her braids back and nods again, mostly for herself. “Okay. Okay, uhm.. I’ve never, personally, ridden anyone’s — Carmy stop it, oh my god,” and he’s not doing anything but smiling, face red as he laughs and she groans, “Sorry, sorry, this is just really new, it’s — it’s a lot, I’m listening, I am,” Carmy says and she exhales, cooling her body down.
She huffs, “I’ve never — ugh, done that before, but I guess, uhm we could try it out. If you wanted to,”
Carmy’s response is quick, “Yeah, yes . I do,” and she nods, face hot and body hotter. “Eager about that, huh?” She jokes and Carmy shrugs, sipping his coffee and letting her continue.
“Uhm, I don’t know. Like I really just didn’t like that uhm, I thought you didn’t like us doing the same thing over and over, y’know, like if —” she sighs, “If you had any like, y’know, uhm… kinks? Or anything? Y’know?”
Carmy looks off, wiping his face, thinking, “Not — not that I know of. Maybe repressed, I don’t know,” and Sydney nods like she understands because she does. Her sexual life was that of crickets; Carmy was truly the first person she actually enjoyed touching and letting touch her. “You?”
She sighs, shrugging. “Might be repressed, too. I like uhm, I know I like when you talk to me? Is that a kink?” Carmy smiles, and tilts his mouth, “Drunk Sydney said the same,” and Sydney laughs, “I’m sure she did.”
He sighs, “I like your voice too, y’know. That’s probably a kink of some sorts, so we can add that to the list,” and she stands, “Oh my god, a list of kinks, you’re so fucking smart,” and runs to the bedroom to grab her notebook.
Carmy calls, “Sydney, I was joking! You’re really gonna make a list, like really?” And she comes back, pen and notebook in hand, nodding, as she writes the title ‘Syd and Carmy’s Sexual Adventure of Exploration’ then shows it to him, wiggling her eyebrows from behind the notebook. He laughs an exasperated sound and rubs his face and sighs, “Why is my girlfriend so weird,” he asks to no one and she smiles, “Oh you fucking love me, besides, we can like go through and check stuff off and like look back and see who liked what, y’know? Okay, I’m writing down voice kink for the both of us,”
He sighs and shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips. “Uhm… eye contact?” She looks up and stares at him, remembering all the times she would masturbate to the way he looked at her and how hard she came the one time he practically swallowed her whole while she watched. Sydney nods, shuddering in the memory and writes it down under the ‘Both’ column. He catches it, “Oh, I meant for me, you — you like when I —” she cuts him off, “Yes,” she says quickly and writes down something for her section. Carmy tries to read it upside down, “Hands? Is that a kink?”
She shrugs, “It’s something I like, I guess. Like uhm, I like when you .. y’know, the thing?” He tilts his head, cheeks pink and she huffs, “Like when you’re fingering me, Carmen, Jesus, do I have to say it?” He nods, “I just wanted to hear it, thanks for that,” and she groans, burying her head in the notebook.
Things continue like that the rest of their morning. Sydney added another column, the ‘Do Not Enjoy’ list, including things like ‘fake’ cheating, ropeplay, unhealthy power dynamics, abuse of any sort, or public relations of any kind. She found they had a lot of the same kinks; she likes biting and he likes being bitten and marked. Carmy likes to listen and she likes to lead. They both like the fact that everyone can see something going on between them, the secrecy is a silent excitement between them. They both like how loud and vocal the other is. When two pages of kinks and potential sexual scenarios are filled, they’re smiling to each other excitedly. Sydney speaks first, “What’d you wanna try first?”
They start with eye contact, verbal affirmations, and communication.
Easy enough, right? It’s something they’ve already done by accident before so it shouldn’t be hard. They’re in the shower together, which mostly happened by accident, and Sydney speaks, “I feel like, like this is a good soft launch, right?” Carmy washes her back and runs a wet hand through his hair, nodding, “Yeah, I mean we don’t have to do anything too complicated or whatever, right now, we got the list right? Plus there’s no time limit or whatever, so it’s good,” She nods too, turning around and kissing him, deciding that it’s too much to talk about. He accepts it, a small gasp leaving his throat as he wraps his hands around her waist and pulls her close.
There’s a small buzz in her system, something urging her to get on with it, but she decides to be patient instead, moving back from his wet mouth and whispering, “As excited as I am, we really need to go grocery shopping,” she says against his lips and he nods, blinking at her and they stare at each other for a while. Carmy’s skin is red and hot from the shower but she can tell he’s thinking about other things. Her lips quirk up, “Eye contact, huh?” And he blushes, leaning against the shower wall as she follows, “Oh fuck off,” and it’s said with no malintent behind it.
They get dressed and head to the market. Carmy’s apartment has become Sydney’s home just as much as his. He has a drawer in the bathroom dedicated to her scarves and hair products and he tries to keep the fridge full of her favorite foods and snacks. He tried to make it so she would stay over as much as she wanted, and because of that her father doesn't see her in weeks sometimes. Sydney likes it. She picks up some fresh produce and some essentials and Carmy feels mesmerized by her. Sydney was sort of a mystery to him when he first met her, an enigma he couldn’t figure out but his brain racked with all the possibilities of what it would be like to finally understand her and read her mind like she does him. He gets it one day, he finishes her sentence and he feels like everything about Sydney just unlocked like a map on a game.
He smiles at her as she picks up some salmon, “Dinner tonight?” She offers, and he nods, cheeks painted red and she raises an eyebrow, “What’re you thinking about?” And Carmy shrugs nonchalantly, coming to her side and taking her hand, “Nothing. Sides, chef?” He says, changing the topic and she squints, pursing her lips but continuing anyways, “Thinking something sweet, especially this time of year. Any ideas?” And they walk and talk about dinner, hands intertwined.
Sydney has found Carmy looks sexy when he does anything, but most especially when he’s driving. Usually one hand on the wheel and the other playing with his bottom lip, he’d always turn to her when they’re stopped at a stop light and she said something, but when he does it now, it’s different. Carmy looks at her differently, staring into her like he knows what she’s thinking and Syd thinks he might. Her body is betraying her, she feels that buzz from the morning full force now, pulling through her veins and system and she has the urge to cause an accident and put his dick in her mouth every time he stops and glances at her.
When they’re finally home, Carmy glances at her, “Yo, what’s up? You’ve been looking at me weird all day,” and he doesn’t sound mad but Sydney feels her cheeks burn and she sighs, “Yes, because you’ve been looking at me all day,” and he comes to her, smiling like the fucking prick he is, and holds her waist, “Sorry, I thought that’s what you wanted, baby,”
Sydney groans inwardly and remembers her side of the list, ‘Nicknames’ being one of the many things she liked, “Oh, fuck you, baby . You’re using my… my kinks against me, it’s not fair,” he raises his eyebrows, “Yeah? How can I make it up to you?” Carmy asks, kissing her neck and sliding his hands up her shirt. She tries to remember his list, ‘Being guided, being direct, being told what to do, verbal affirmation,’ and her head spins. She huffs, trying to still herself as Carmy practically assaults her neck and numbs her brain. She puts a hand in his curls, sighing, “Wanna — wanna ride— ride your face,” she finally says, all coming out in one breath and she can feel Carmy smile against her throat, nodding, meeting her lips and kissing her quickly and fervently, like he’d been dying for her to say it.
He pulls away first, lips wet and breathing hard, “Couch or —” and she nods, “Couch, couch, please,” and pulls him back to her lips. Carmy moves them both, sliding his hands against her slacks and unbuttoning them as they make their way over, kissing like they didn’t just have each other in their mouths this morning. He takes her shirt off and her pants fall with it, his hot hands in her bare skin and burning her everywhere he trails. Carmy locks his mouth on her breast when her bra finally comes off and she pulls at his scalp, happy with the foreplay but it’s not enough. She urges him to lay first, getting comfortable on the couch and she stands, naked with just her underwear on and looks down at him.
Insecurity rises in her throat, “I know — I know I’m not like heavy, but like, I don’t wanna hurt you so just like, tap my thigh like twice if you can’t breathe, or anything. And just uhm, y’know, if you’re like not really—” and he cuts her off. “Sydney. Please just sit on my fucking face. If I die, I die.”
She almost laughs but she can tell he’s being serious. She swallows and nods, tying her hair up and sliding out of her underwear. She straddles his waist first, checking in, “Good?” She whispers, looking into his eyes and she can see them clouded over with lust, a darker blue than she’s ever seen them. He nods, “Please, baby, I’m good, cm’here,” and she wants to say he’s fucking whining . The way his voice sounds, how red his face is and how hard he is right now has Sydney on a power trip she never thought she’d like.
Sydney finally sighs to herself, lifting her hips and settling above Carmy’s mouth, his hands happily groping her thighs and ass as she lowers. She gasps out when her lips meet his tongue, a gentle feeling and she can’t help but chase after it, shuddering as Carmy moans against her like he’s eating a good meal. Her eyes flutter shut, “F— Fuck, oh shit ,” is all she can get out, over and over. Carmy works as best as he always does, separating her lips with his tongue and adding pressure on her clit with one hand while the other holds her up. She sucks in as much air as possible, sighing out and moaning. Sydney grips the couch armrest behind him, moving her body forward and her clit bumps right against his nose and she whines, thighs squeezing as Carmy’s tongue fucks into her.
She feels dizzy. Grinding against Carmy’s tongue like there’s not tomorrow, her thighs ache and her head is spinning. Her orgasm feels like a shaken up pop, she can taste it on her tongue, bursting behind her mind. It leaks through her body, fogging up her senses and hands squeezing the fabric of his couch, mouth wide open and loud. She always cums quickly, but this feels faster than anything she’s ever felt. She’s babbling, “Carmy, Carmy..! I’m — fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, baby, fuck —” and her whole body shakes, hips stilling against his mouth and she spills everything everywhere. She can vaguely hear the wet, obscene sounds her pussy is making but she can’t care, her orgasm brings tears to her eyes.
She huffs as Carmy still goes at her, kissing up her slick and keeping her legs open. Sydney whines, remembering ‘overstimulation’ under the ‘Both’ column. Her body is reactive, especially after that mind bending of an orgasm, and Carmy takes advantage, kissing and sucking on her swollen clit. She feels the armrest tear under her hands, eyes rolling back, until she can’t take it, another orgasm pulsing through her and when it’s done, she hits Carmy’s arm twice, “Can’t — Carmy, fuck, I can’t ,” is all she can say and he leans back, his mouth detaching from her clit slowly, and Sydney sighs hard, leaning back to fully sit on his lap and her head lolls forward. He sits up fully, bringing her face close and he kisses her, all the air in her lungs gets shared. His lips are wet with her cum and she moans at the flavor. She wraps around his shoulders, sighing and grinding when her brain realizes she’s directly atop his dick.
Carmy groans in return, leaning and kissing down to her tits, somewhere she’s decided is his favorite place. She holds his dick against his boxers and he huffs against her nipple. She sighs, “You — ” she doesn’t even finish, Carmy’s looking at her with those deep, dark baby blues and nodding, “Yes, yes please Syd , fuck,”
Fuck . Her head spins even more. She nods too.
He gets out of his boxers quickly, sliding her pussy against him, noting she’s wet enough for the both of them, and he makes a disheveled noise, eyes screwed shut and Sydney pulls at his hair as she lifts to ride him, grabbing his attention, “Watch,” she murmurs softly, demanding, and he abides dutifully, eyes wide and looking at her pussy as she grounds herself on top of him. Carmy groans, hands on her hips, his skin burning hers and she whines, tossing her head back and bringing him closer.
She sighs when she’s fully settled, Carmy kissing her neck and chest, a soft, “Talk— talk to me baby, you okay?” He whispers and she nods, a braid slipping loose and her face feels wet, “So— so fucking good, please, Carmy, please move, you feel so fucking good,” she lets out, lifting and she feels his hands back on her ass, thrusting up to meet her halfway. She groans, deep in her throat and feels her abused clit rub against his stomach and it makes her grab his hair and pull, surprised with the stimulation. Carmy makes a noise, like he’s been punched and she pulls back, checking in, “Sorry! Sorry, did I pull too hard, are you—” but his eyes are glazed over, like he’s definitely on a high of some sort and she lets out an airy chuckle, “Add it to the list?” She whispers against his mouth and he nods, pulling her waist and continuing to thrust.
Carmy fucks her deep and slow, letting her mostly take the lead and she sighs and praises him for it, “Fuck, just like that. Carmy, right — right there, fuck… S’good, so good , baby, you’re so good,” every now and then and it all spurs him on, finding and fondling her clit with his hand and rubbing there in slow, soft circles. She tosses her head back and Carmy watches Sydney, dazed and in love, and he whines, “Syd, Syd, I’m — I’m gonna, fuck , cumming, baby,”
She nods, right there with him and she kisses him, looking in his eyes and he’s looking right back. She cums first, head reeling and body twitching against his and Carmy moans, loud and long, and she feels it, his orgasm makes his thighs shake underneath hers and he pulls her close to kiss him. Their lips melt together as their orgasms subside and their breaths entangle together.
Carmy lays back, exhausted, and still kissing Syd as she settles on top of him, his dick sliding out her easily. She sighs and pulls away first, hugging him and closing her eyes, “ Fuck ,” is all she says and Carmy laughs, breathless, and agrees, “ Fuck ,” he parrots. After a collective breath and silence, she looks up, “Hair pulling huh?” He wants to roll his eyes but he doesn’t, “Not surprised, really, you always do it anyways,” he says, sitting them both up and they both groan, limbs sore and wet. He pulls away from her to sit them up properly slowly, taking mind of her clit and she sighs, happy she’s not as overstimulated anymore.
They breathe together, Sydney somewhat leaking in his lap and she makes a noise when she realizes. “We should definitely shower,” and Carmy nods, kissing her cheek and holding her up as they walk to the shower together.
Their salmon dinner goes well.
She paired it with some lemon citrus-based rice and cilantro, a honey glazed sauce and orange slices to decorate. She, of course, takes a photo and says, “Summer maybe?” Carmy thinks, “Spring menu,” and she makes a noise, smiling. They eat together on Carmy’s table, a pleased silence over them, and Sydney reaches for her notebook she stashed in the kitchen drawer. Carmy blinks, “You left it in the kitchen? Fuck, Syd, I’m happy no one came over,” and she shrugs, “Oh, no, two adults in a relationship having sex in their apartment. I’m not too worried about it,” she says and Carmy laughs and eats more salmon, watching her check off ‘eye contact’ and ‘communication’, then flipping to the back of the book and checking off something else he hasn’t seen.
He frowns, “Syd,” but she doesn’t look up, checking off two things and now he’s extremely curious, “Syd, what’s that, I wanna see,” he reaches over and she stands quickly, holding the notebook close. She can’t get far, Carmy notes, her legs are still wobbling, so he stands too, closing her in a corner and hugging her from behind. The notebook is closed and he sighs, poking her sides, knowing she's ticklish, “Carmy, no, please don’t, oh my god,” Sydney all but begs but he shakes his head.
He repeats himself, “Show. Me,” each word emphasized by a poke and she giggles, nodding, “Okay! Okay, please oh my god, I might pee, lemme go,” and he does, still keeping her cornered.
She sighs, flipping to the page in the back of the book labeled, ‘Things I Want to Do With Carmy’ and hands it over. He notes that most have been checked off, some if not all of these things were just date ideas and cooking techniques. ‘Go to the Market’ checked off and dated. Spend the night at his place, watch my favorite movie with him, kiss him at night, have lunch with him (outside the restaurant), go on an aquarium date, cook him risotto and braised ribs, tell him about Mom. He smiles, cheeks red and she groans, “Ugh, whatever, I’m not — I’m not this cute and lovey-dovey in real life, okay? I was just — excited, alright?” But Carmy’s not listening, he flips the page and realizes this page is the sexual stuff, she mostly wrote this morning.
‘Ride Carmy’s Face’ is checked off, along with, ‘Orgasm Together’. He reads them all, face red and a smile on his lips. “I — I like this list, Syd,” he admits, and she’s hiding her face in her hands, sighing, “Yeah, whatever,”
He speaks again, “You want me to make one, too? We swap?” She peaks through her hands, eyes meeting his and she suddenly stands, face hot, “Uhm… yeah, yes. You — you can, that’d be … yeah, yes please,” she finally lets out and he nods, pulling her into a kiss, more excited than ever. He’d really have to thank Drunk Sydney whenever he gets the chance.