Thirty Minutes or Less
Published by Evangeline Love
Copyright 2011 Evangeline Love
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Pete, its Reese, the guy on Pinehurst Lane isn’t answering the door. I called him twice and still nothing. Do you want me to wait longer or just head back?” Trying to juggle a pizza bag and phone at the same time was just asking for trouble, so I wedged the phone between my cheek and shoulder to keep the bag steady. “Nah, I’ve closed up shop here and he’s the last order. I say wait five more minutes and if still nothin’ then go ahead home.”
The God that I’d delivered a large everything to earlier had called back less than an hour later, placed a timed order for midnight, and requested I deliver it. Since then my mind had been in a confused, sexual uproar.
Mr. North was sexy, nice and obviously attracted to me. I was definitely interested in him, but at the same time I was scared. If he made his interest in me clear, I’m not sure I would have the guts to do anything about it.
This time, the order was two sides of cinnamon sugar bars with six extra cups of icing. The guy must have a massive sweet tooth as well as major cavities. Just thinking about all that sugar made my teeth ache. Since the order was due at close, I decided to cash out and clock out before I left. Yes, I know it’s not really safe but it’s a hell of a lot more convenient. And besides, I am pretty much dead on my feet after a double shift at glorious Pete’s Famous Pies.
I grimaced as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and thanked God I didn’t have class tomorrow. A gust of cold December wind blew up my company owned jacket, causing me to shiver. I loved this time of year, it brought back happy childhood memories of Christmas morning, family gatherings and the smells of pine and apple pie. Lights twinkled from almost every house as families and loved ones got into the holiday spirit. I hadn’t seen a tree when I’d been here earlier, but there were several lines of multicolored lights strung across the old house.
I sighed, slightly disappointed. Of all the scenarios my overactive imagination had come up with, Mr. North not being home wasn’t one of them. Utterly gorgeous or not, I wasn’t waiting around any longer for him to open the door. One last knock and I 'm outa’ here.
The paint on the older home’s door starting to peel, so when I knocked harder this last time, some chipped and fell to the hardwood deck. I was just about to turn to leave when the door swung open. As if I had been chewing on a wad of cotton balls, my mouth went completely dry. I was pretty sure it was because my tongue was unattractively hanging out of my mouth, but I couldn’t seem to do anything but stare.
Water made his normally sandy blond hair look black, water that was slicking a trail down his neck and over his chest. His six… no wait, eight pack abs making waves of the small droplets of water. God how I ached to slide my hands over the dips and valleys of his hard stomach and up to his smooth chest to feel the beat of his heart. Was his heart pounding as fast as mine? I licked my lips with my too dry tongue then tried to clear my sand-papery throat before I reluctantly brought my gaze to his.
Eyebrow arched, he was staring at me with this expectant, smugly triumphant look. Ah jeez, he had been talking and I had been openly ogling his… assets. I rolled my eyes and reeled in my tongue, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that please.” He chuckled and I gave him a small, embarrassed smile.
“I was just saying that I hoped you hadn’t been waiting long. Would you like to come in while I get my wallet? I seem to be without pockets at the moment.”
In explanation, he gestured towards his towel covered waist and my tongue promptly took back up its position on the outside of my mouth. Shit, I hadn’t gotten past the glory of his torso to even notice he was mostly naked.
Completely void of anything to say that didn’t start with ‘fuck’ and end with ‘me’ I nodded and followed him inside.
“I didn’t expect you to be here right at midnight, I was sure I would have time for a shower.”
Oh, for the love of God, say something, anything!
“Um, yeah, our motto, thirty minutes or less or its half price.” I had the overwhelming urge to slap my palm to my forehead, hard. Had I really just said that? Of course I had, this guy was a walking, talking, wet dream and I was suddenly very aware I hadn’t had sex in eight months.
If it was any indication of how bad I wanted him, I was pretty sure I made squishing sounds as I walked inside and over to his dark mahogany colored coffee table. In the otherwise dark house, the living room held the only light and that was dimmed down to a level normally reserved for seduction. I heard him retreat up stairs as I began placing the items from the bag onto his table.
I wanted him, bad. I am truly not the one night stand type… at all. But there was just something about him that pushed all my buttons, and I didn’t even really know him. I could do it, just tell him I wanted him, be uncharacteristically bold and offer a no strings night of uninhibited sex.
I jumped slightly when I felt his hot hand on the small of my back. His warmth seeping through the layers of my clothing and traveling up my spine. His slight caress, leaving a line of tingles in its wake that caused me to shiver repeatedly. Okay, so I’m not so completely dense that I couldn’t tell when he first opened the door what his intentions were. Seriously though, he had to know that when you place an order for a certain time, we deliver at that time. But never had I imagined that I might actually zip my inhibitions up in my pizza bag -so to speak- and leave them outside.
Through his touch I could feel his need, but there was also hesitation, as if he needed some kind of verification that I wanted this too. When I straightened my back -now flush with his still naked chest- I let my head fall back then breathed in the deep masculine smell of him. His fragrance will have me always associating this night with the smell of Irish Spring soap. I smiled, oh yeah, I could do this.
Decision made, I turned to face him before grabbing a hold of what courage I could muster, tilting my head and offering my lips to him. There was no hesitation, he took my head in his large hands and kissed me. Running his hot tongue over my bottom lip then inside as I allowed him access to my mouth. His flavor, accompanied with a hint of toothpaste, exploded across my taste buds as his tongue danced with mine. I was completely lost in him before he slowly pulled back.
“Mmm, I thought midnight would never get here.”
Kiss.
“The second I saw you I wanted you.”
Kiss.
“There is just something about you that makes me go all caveman, mine, mine, mine.”
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
I pulled away, thoroughly amused. “I’m sorry Mr. North, but you’re still going to have to pay for your cinnamon bars.” His head fell back as his whole body shook with laughter.
“Oh honey, I would have paid ten times their price just to get you here. And please call me Charlie.”
He slid my jacket off and it thudded to the floor, heavy with the weight of my car keys and change. My shirt went next to reveal my black with bows lace bra. I felt my skin heat with embarrassment when I realized I was wearing the bra that had a small rip in the left cup, just above the nipple.
Not seeming to mind, Charlie chuckled then stuck his finger in the small hole, when he grazed my hard nipple we both groaned.
“From the looks of this I would assume that it’s one you’ve had a while?” He continued to stroke my nipple through the widening whole, rendering me speechless.
He smiled, “Nothing to say? Well, then I hope you don’t mind.” And with that Charlie yanked down on the hole, ripping the cup and allowing my large breast to spill out. Charlie let out what could only be described as a rumbling, animalistic growl before devouring me. My head fell back and my knees would have buckled were it not for his arm gripped tight around my waist and my death grip on his wet hair.
He pulled back and bent his head with the intent to taste my other breast, but I pulled back and stepped away. I almost smiled at the sad, confused look on Charlies face but I held back and reached behind me to unhook my tattered bra. His eyes glowed with intense heat as I tossed it at him then started to unbutton my slacks. When he took a step towards me I put my hand out, signaling for him to stay put. “Be careful Reese, I’m barely holding onto my control.”
I smiled. Where this bold, wanton woman had come from I had no idea. What I did know was that I liked her and right now she really wanted a piece of Charlie North. I brushed a stray strand of black hair out of my face then seductively shimmied my hips. The soft fabric of my slacks slithered down my legs, coming to rest on the beige colored carpet.
Charlie growled and then as if he couldn’t stand to not touch me any longer, he took two large strides and picked me up, carrying me the couple of steps needed to reach the closest item of furniture. I had wrapped my legs around his hips and to my delight, caused his towel to fall to the floor somewhere in the vicinity of my bra. My bottom came to rest on the back of a large chair and I moaned at the feel of his hard cock nestled up against my damp, panty covered pussy.
I reached between us to wrap my hand around his beautiful cock but he snatched up my wrist before I could grab my prize. I pouted a little and Charlie smiled, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my palm, “no sweetheart, you do that and I’ll be done before I even get started.”
I giggled and kissed him thoroughly. Knowing I had this effect on him not only heightened my excitement but gave me a sense of womanly pride I had never felt before.
Charlie picked me up again, this time to deposit me on his soft, comfortable couch. My heart rate spiked as I watched him kneel before me to draw my sodden panties down my legs. He all but threw his face against my mound before drawing in a deep breath and groaning loudly.
“God, I knew you’d be amazing. I’ve thought about you nonstop all night. It took more restraint than you know to not bring myself off while I thought of all the naughty things I wanted to do to you.” Normally I would feel a bit shy or have the instant urge to close my legs to his intent appraisal. But now, with Charlie, with his head between my legs, I couldn’t take it. I was bombarded by a wide range of emotions, most of which were completely foreign to me. But one stood out and shadowed all the others, desire. Mind reeling, I spread my legs and reached for his head, seeking even the slightest release from the pressure building inside me.
With a smile, Charlie obliged and I cried out as he placed a hot opened mouth kiss on my pussy. He drew circles with his tongue on my bare mound, intermediately nipping and sucking on my labia as he went.
I was panting, practically hyperventilating as he worked me over, pushing me farther and farther to the brink of climax. As if he knew I was close, he pulled away. I growled and reached for him, intent on dragging him back to where I needed him. I’m sure my over eager, demanding actions were less than becoming, but I couldn’t help it. I needed Charlie like I needed my next breath. His touch was electric, our connection, mind blowing. It made no sense, but honestly I couldn’t care enough to make sense of what was going on, I just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy the loss of my inhibitions.
Charlie didn’t seem to mind my freak out, he just laughed as he reached for the extra icing he had ordered. Ah, that makes sense.
“Please Charlie, put me out of my misery, I’m burning up here.”
He just smiled mischievously. “Well, then I guess you can help warm up the icing.”
Moaning, I arched my back as the first drop of the sweet, creamy icing was dripped onto my already creamy sex and down the side of my thigh.
Charlie looked ravenous, like he couldn’t wait to taste his sweet and sex concoction. His tongue followed the trail of the icing, slicking a hot, sticky, maddening slow path from my inner thigh to my opening then finally to my clit, where he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth. I screamed as the wave of intense pleasure swept over me.
The room spun and I had to close my eyes and breathe in deep, calming breaths. God, but he didn’t stop. He started fucking me with his tongue, swirling it around and making me mad with the need to have his cock instead. Gripping his head, I started to rock against his face. I couldn’t help it; I was half out of my mind. Okay, more than half.
I felt Charlie pour more icing then jerked my eyes open as I felt something short and fat draw along my slit. I couldn’t help my relieved giggle as I saw it was only one of the cinnamon sugar bars.
“Oh God” I said with a breathless laugh. “I’m so glad that’s not your dick.” He laughed with me then put on an offended face as he popped the piece of bread in his mouth and chewed.
“Are you trying to say that there’s something wrong with my dick?” He drew the last half of the bread threw my cream before tossing into in his mouth.
I shuddered. “I dunno, why don’t you bring it up here for inspection?” He shook his head, but I couldn’t miss his slight wince. I bet Charlie was rock hard and in a good amount of pain because of it.
He obviously needed me and I definitely needed him so why wait? Because I didn’t want it to end, I knew this was all it could be and oddly, that made me sad. There couldn’t be a Charlie and I, even if he wanted more than a one night stand. I had to concentrate on my last year of vet school and then I was moving to Denver to do an internship at Alameda East. Besides, I was sure Charlie had a life too.
“Hey, where did you go?” Charlies voice brought me out of my pondering and I glanced down to see him smiling at me. A man I had known for at most a couple of hours and I didn’t want to let him go. I was being ridiculous, and it was time to get the show on the road. I gave him my best sultry smile. “Fuck me, Charlie.”
I watched in fascination as his eyes darkened, then laughed as he jumped up and practically lunged for a black coat that was draped over the arm of the couch. He sat beside me and repeatedly fumbled with the condom. I giggled then snatched it from him, ripping it open before slowly sliding it down his impressive length.
Never had I laughed and had so much fun during sex. I was seriously enjoying myself. I gave him a few hard tugs, because I desperately wanted to feel him, touch him. He groaned loudly, arching slightly off the couch and into my grip. I took the hint and steadied myself above him. We locked gazes, and he gave me a sexy smile as I lowered onto the hard steel that was Charlie. He felt amazing, better than anything I had known or could imagine. I moved up and down on him, pulling almost all the way off on the up and grinding hard on the down.
Charlies face was a mask of pleasure and concentration.
Charlie gripped the globes of my ass but seemed otherwise ok with letting me lead. I loved fucking him, taking my pleasure while giving him his, running my hands up and down his delectable stomach and chest. Noticing Charlies eyes were intently focused on my bouncing breasts I decided to give him a show.
Cupping the globes in my hands I pinched my nipples then threw my head back and loudly moaned his name.
“Fuck!” Charlie growled.
“Reese, you are so fucking hot, but sweetheart, you are making it so damn hard to hold on here.” I moaned again. I loved that I was driving him crazy. I could feel my orgasm hovering close, I was hot all over and there wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t tingling or sweaty or sticky. I was ready to ride the wave with him. I sped up my movements, grinding down on him hard enough to catch my clit on his pubic bone.
“Oh God Charlie, you make me so wet.” Charlie had begun to thrust up as I thrust down, yanking me down by my hips almost painfully hard. I continued to pinch my nipples as I spoke, not having to fake my breathless, pleading voice as I took us to the edge. As I spoke, I watched his face, I wanted to see it as well as feel it.
“Your big, hard cock feels so good inside me. You're going to make me come so hard. Come with me Charlie, let me feel you swell inside me.”
He thrust up and growled “oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The look of unadulterated pleasure on Charlies face had me coming with him, screaming for him, already half missing him.
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“Good night Charlie.” I gave him one last kiss then made for my car. He had tried to talk me into seeing him again but I had reluctantly explained to him that my life was too complicated right now for anything more. Of course that was a lie. My life was surprisingly uncomplicated and that’s the way I needed it to be in order accomplish my goals. I asked him not to request me should he order pizza again and he had reluctantly and almost angrily agreed. I couldn’t blame him. I knew I might be making a mistake, but I don’t believe in love at first sight or even the possibility that you can start a relationship off a one night stand.
As I put my little civic in gear, I snuck a quick glance in the rear view mirror. Charlie still stood at his door giving me what seemed like a genuine smile. But as I drove away I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew I was leaving a piece of me behind.
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Charlie smiled as he watched Reese’s tail lights disappear in the distance. He had known when he first saw her that she was his; he was just disappointed he couldn’t talk her into more than this one night together. She hadn’t even given him her number, all he knew was her name and where she worked. She’d made it very clear she only wanted tonight, but he wasn’t about to back down that easily.
Charlie closed and locked the door before walking into the kitchen to grab a wet rag. He then headed for the sticky mess they had no doubt left in the living room. He a feeling he wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything with cinnamon or icing again without getting a raging hard on. Half way to the couch he noticed a red bag leaning up against the coffee table. When Charlie bent to pick it up he was sure he sported a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat. “I’m sure Pete will want his delivery bag back.”
The End… for now.
About the author:
After attempting but failing miserably at
college and snoozing through her ten hour work days Eve knew she
needed to do something more exciting with her life. What started out
as a hobby quickly turned into several stories, some short, some
long, some dead ends and some just no good at all. Evangeline is a
sucker for a happy ending, a chocoholic and the rare person who
loathes coffee. She loves being able to create worlds in which your
everyday person can find true love and happiness... And maybe a
little something to singe the sheets.
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Midwest with her soul mate and their four crazy cats who think they
own the place. She spends her days as a technical support rep and
nights with her head in a book or in front of the computer furiously
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