That we don't trip over each other and hit the floor is an amazing thing.
Forty seconds.
My black henley sails across the room and lands on the chair at the foot of
the bed.
His holster comes off and then the once-crisp, white dress shirt and that
hideous burgundy tie with the paisley print joins it.
"Gotta hurry, Scully's waiting for me."
One minute.
Faded jeans fall in a crumpled heap. Then navy suit pants and white underwear.
Shoes
and socks fall soundlessly into the pile.
A minute thirty-two.
I drop onto him and immediately find myself being propelled onto my back.
"Oooh, feeling a little aggressive today?"
"Got my ass chewed out this morning. Gotta work off some of that tension."
Two minutes.
"You mean you gotta take your pent-up irritation out on me."
"Do you mind?"
"Do you care?"
"Uh...sure..."
"Fucking liar."
Two-thirty.
His mouth clamps onto mine, ripping the breath from my lungs and...
"Oww! Hey, can you leave that hair on my head, please?"
"Shut up."
Three minutes.
His grasp on my hair loosens but he doesn't let go. His tongue follows the
vein
in my throat, up the underside of my chin and back to my mouth. I attempt to
stifle a giggle as it tickles my lower lip. Not a successful attempt,
apparently
because the next sensation is one of moderate pain. His teeth sink into my
lip.
Not hard enough to draw blood but it gets my attention.
Three-thirty.
He licks the small wound then sucks my lip into his mouth and his free hand
slips down to my cock. It all but leaps into his hand.
I'm ready.
Shit, I've been ready since he called me from the car a half an hour ago and
told
me that he had a few minutes to kill and would I...
Three minutes, forty-five seconds.
A clink of metal against bone as his teeth clamp down on my earlobe and he pulls
at the silver hoop. I wince, but it's nothing more than a reaction. He's done
it before and he's always gentle. He likes the earring. Says it's a real turn-on.
his tongue is enough to make him hard. He's a sick bastard but I love him. His hand
continues to stroke my cock, tormenting it to new levels of stiffness.
Four minutes.
I'm moaning. I can't help it, it just...happens. Goddamn it, I'll never
realize that
doing it with him in a public place fantasy, if I can't keep my mouth shut.
But he's
so...good at what he does, he drives me fucking insane.
Four twenty-three.
He doesn't have to look for the KY, I'd already placed it within reach. After
he
called, I went around making preparations. I would have made a great Boy
Scout.
He slathers some on his cock and lifts me against him.
Four minutes and fifty seconds.
My head pushes back into the pillow and a litany of curses stream from my
mouth.
I'm not pissed or in pain. Just the opposite. In one long, fluid thrust, he's
buried
himself in me and it feels so damn good.
Five minutes.
He starts to move inside me and his hand blindly reaches for my cock.
It's still slick from the KY and it just glides up and down the shaft.
Christ, that feels terrific.
Five minutes and twenty seconds.
I'm writhing now, uncontrollably. My fingers dig into the padding of his
shoulders and my muscles contract, squeezing...trapping him. I watch that
familiar glaze spread over his eyes and I know he's right there. So am I.
I urge him to move faster. Not that he needs any urging. His eyes close.
Then mine.
Five forty.
The walls are thin in this run down rat's nest he calls an apartment and
I know that the neighbors must be thinking that those damn animals are at
it again. I couldn't give a good shit. Our howls can probably be heard down
on the street. Whatever.
Five fifty.
I love it when he comes. He's generally silent during our love-making but
at the end, he makes enough noise to raise the dead. He's definitely an odd
one but God, how I love him.
Six minutes.
He collapses on top of me, struggling for every breath. I allow him and myself
a
few seconds rest before pushing at his weight.
"Hey. Come on, you said you only had a few minutes. Go grab a quick shower
and I'll get some clean clothes for you."
He mumbles incoherently...he never recovers as quickly as I do...and with
one more shove, I get him up and on his way to the bathroom.
Six minutes and forty-seven seconds.
I hear the shower go on and I go to the closet and pull out a pair of black
pants and another white shirt. And this time, I pick the tie.
Eight minutes.
He emerges from the shower and I help him get dry, then hand him his clothes
piece by piece. I help him knot his tie, run my fingers through his tousled
hair and give him a quick, hard kiss.
Eight minutes, fifty seconds.
He heads to the door and abruptly comes to a halt. I slam into his back.
"Shit! My gun!"
"I'll get it."
I rush into the bedroom, grab the holster from the floor and run back to the
living room.
Nine minutes, ten seconds.
I help him with the holster and give him another quick kiss.
Nine minutes, thirty seconds.
"You'd better hurry up. If Scully's gotta wait for you, she's gonna be pissed.
Where are you meeting her?"
Nine minutes, thirty-five seconds.
He smirks at me as he reaches for the door knob.
"I'm not meeting her anywhere."
"But you said..."
Nine minutes, forty-five seconds.
"I said she was waiting for me, and she is."
"Where?"
That wicked grin again.
"In the car."
Nine minutes, fifty-three seconds.
I stare dumfounded. He winks at me and passes into the hall.
"See you tonight."
I close the door and walk laughing and naked back to the bedroom.
Ten minutes.
I wonder how long it'll take her to notice that he's wearing different
clothes...
10 Minutes
by Aries
The door flies open and we practically fall into the room.
