Two Minute Penalties
by be287m

--Overtime-- 

The rest of the week was hot.  As in pushing ninety degrees.  Didn’t it snow just a week ago?  Welcome to Colorado, I grumbled.  Saturday it finally started to cool down and I wondered whether I might need a coat that night.  Then I remembered--my coat was still in Sandy’s car.

While she and I had carpooled to the post-game party on Wednesday, I’d let Steve take me home.  We’d spent several delightful minutes kissing goodnight, but concerns about work the next day had discouraged anything more.  He told me to be at his place at seven, to dress sexy, and to bring an overnight bag if I wanted.  When my smile betrayed what I thought of that last offer, Steve just kissed me again and reminded me about owing him six minutes.

Oh, I was looking forward to this evening!

And apparently I wasn’t the only one!  When I pulled up at Sandy’s to get my coat, Pete was also arriving.  He was carrying a gym bag and smiled sheepishly when I noticed it.

“Displaced for the night?” I teased.

“Yeah, not that I mind,” Pete retorted.

“I would hope not!”  I replied.  Pete just grinned in response.

Sandy let us in after giving Pete a long kiss.  She went to get my coat and then her phone rang, leaving me and Pete standing awkwardly in her living room.  He turned to me.

“Don’t hurt him, Liz,” he said.

“What??”

“Don’t hurt him.  He’s been excited and happy for a week now.  He gets this sappy look when he talks about you.  I don’t want you to break his heart.  Or if you’re not serious about him, I want you to break it earlier rather than later.”

I stared at Pete in disbelief.

“Isn’t that the speech that big brothers give the guys who date their little sisters?” I finally asked.  He shrugged in response.  

“And what makes you think I’m not as serious as he is?” I demanded.

“Are you?”

I paused.  I couldn’t evade the question, I realized.  Then I realized I knew the answer.

“Yes, Pete, I am.”  He visibly relaxed.

“He scares me sometimes,” I continued.  “Not so much for anything he’s done, or anything that I think he’d really do, but because of how I respond to him.  It scares me to think of how quickly I’m ready to do whatever he asks.”

“Do you trust him?” Pete asked.

“I guess so.”

“Then it doesn’t matter,” he said.

“I trust him,” Pete continued, when he saw my hesitation.  “I’d trust him with my life.”

“Pretty high praise,” I mused.

“He deserves it,” Pete replied.  “Look, several years ago, when he was still recovering from Katherine, Steve got involved with someone he shouldn’t have.  It turned out she had a boyfriend she’d failed to mention.  The boyfriend found Steve at a party one night and threatened to beat the crap out of him.  Somehow Steve got the guy calmed down despite the fact that the guy was drunk off his ass.  They eventually ended the evening sharing hockey stories.”

I looked suspiciously at Pete.  “So. . . what happened to them?”

“The girl?  Who knows?  Good riddance.”

I glowered at him.

“He didn’t tell you that story, did he?” Pete dodged.

“Steve said you two met at a party and discovered a common interest in hockey.  He didn’t say anything about a girl or you wanting to kick his ass.”

“Well, he wouldn’t, would he?”

“True.”

“Later,” Pete said, “I realized he would have thrashed me if it had come to it.  I also realized--how can I not trust a man who chooses not to hurt me when he has every reason to?”

I just nodded my head at that.  Somehow I was more impressed with Steve for protecting Pete’s confidentiality than in the details of the story.  Sandy returned with my coat then, so after a little teasing about long showers on a Saturday night, I slipped away home.

Home presented its own dilemma.  What to wear?  In the end, I chose a slinky blouse over a knee length skirt and the stockings again.  I was going to have to buy more lingerie, I mused.  Then I decided to be daring.  Steve was going to tease me tonight?  Two could play at that game!  I slid my panties off and shoved them in my overnight bag.

The teasing began the moment I arrived.  Steve greeted me with another deep passionate kiss.  Fortunately my toes were getting used to the tingling.  When he released me and stepped back, his eyes trailed down and back up.  I feigned an air of haughtiness and struck a few poses.

“Monsieur requested something sexy?” I purred.

“Oh yes!” Steve enthused, “though you’d look sexy in rags.”  That earned him another kiss which turned into several more.  I pulled back before my knees could completely give way.

“So where are we going?” I asked.

“We’re not,” he replied.  With that, he took my hand and led me into the dining room.

It was classic.  Starched white tablecloth and napkins. Fine china and crystal.  Candles ready to be lit.  I just smiled at Steve in wonder.  He grinned back.

“Don’t get interrupted by waiters this way,” he said.  I just squeezed his hand in anticipation.

“Speaking of which,” he began, leading me over to one of the chairs.  “I believe I have some minutes to collect.”  I beamed and nodded in reply.

“I’m going to collect my first minute now,” he told me.  “Please lean over and place your hands on the back of the chair.  Then close your eyes.”  With a shiver, I complied.  I heard him quickly slip into the kitchen and return with something.

“This is an amuse-bouche, a pre-appetizer,” he whispered in my ear.  “A teaser, really.”  Something touched my lips.

“Please open your mouth.”  I complied and Steve slid a bit of food in.  Strawberry, dipped in dark chocolate.  Before I had quite finished, another pressed against my lips.  This time, Steve finished by caressing my lips with his fingers while I let the taste flood my mouth.

Then Steve stepped behind me and pressed in.  I could feel his hard cock pushing against my ass through all the fabric in between.  He did a slow grind, nearly dirty dancing without a sound.  I pushed back into him, careful to not lift my hands from the chair.  As I slowly let the last flavors fade on my tongue, Steve began to run his hands up my back.  First just the fingertips, in lazy slaloms between hip and shoulder, then his palms, with the gentle pressure of a masseur.  Slowly Steve’s hands became a little more daring, sliding past my side and tickling up my ribs.  I continued to gently press back, enjoying the feel of his body against mine.

Then Steve moved his hands to my hips, holding me square and tight against him.  He thrust his pelvis against me and I shuddered, feeling his shaft nestled between the cheeks of my ass.  I imagined where it would have sunk if we had been without our clothes.

Steve slowly leaned into me, pressing his whole torso against my back.  His hands glided up until he was cupping my breasts.  I could feel his breath on my neck.  Then he began to kiss me behind the ear.

I moaned.  He was driving me crazy!  Somehow he was in perfect synch.  I couldn’t keep my attention on his cock pressing my ass for more than a moment before he’d caress my nipple, distracting me.  Then the jolts from his kisses would flood my body.  I started gasping and trembling, spending my few coherent thoughts on what else was in store.

When he stopped!

I let out a groan of frustration as Steve released me and stepped back.  Only the chair prevented me from collapsing to the floor.  I whirled around to face him, wild-eyed.

“That’s one minute,” he stated, smiling.  “I’ll go get our appetizer now.”

With that, Steve headed into the kitchen leaving me to sink into the chair and compose myself.  I straightened my blouse and caught my breath.  I was sure my hair was a little mussed, but all I could do was quickly run my fingers through it.  Steve returned, whistling, carrying two small plates and what looked like a small soufflé with some crackers.

“Blue cheese cake,” he said.  He urged me on so I sliced a small bite.  It was warm and gooey--the consistency of warm brie.  The taste was perfect--strong enough but not sharp.  As I savored it, I could only wonder what other hidden talents Steve had besides cooking.  We made small talk about our week as we slowly consumed his feast.

“You like?” he asked, as I finished the last bite.

“Oh, I like,” I replied.  “Though I liked the pre-appetizer better.”  Steve beamed, and I saw an opening for some teasing of my own.  I leaned forward and spoke in a stage whisper.

“I would say that it made my panties wet, except for one thing.  I’m not wearing any.”

Steve’s face cycled from surprised to delighted to devilish within a few seconds.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes.”

“Then maybe I should claim my second minute now,” he suggested.

“Mmmmm,” I purred, “Maybe.”  That got to him.

“Please slide your chair back and then turn it until you are sitting sideways to the table.”  I grinned and complied.  Steve walked around the table and knelt down in front of me.  He placed his hands on my knees and gently pushed them apart.

“Now,” he began, “we need to. . . verify . . . this claim . . . I believe.”  His fingers were caressing my inner thighs and as he slid his hands back and forth he pushed my skirt up.  

“Let’s see, stockings . . .stockings. . .”, he was sliding his hands up my inner thighs as he spoke.

“Still stockings . . . what’s this?  Bare flesh?  You really are wearing stockings!”  I almost giggled.  His fingers probed further and I slid to the edge of my seat to accommodate him.  

“More flesh . . more. . .more . . . why, you aren’t wearing panties!”  I just grinned as he stroked my folds and then clit with one finger.  It was hard under his touch.

“Why, I do believe,” Steve said, dropping his finger down from my clit, “that your panties *would* be wet.”  With that, he thrust his finger inside me and I gasped.  He began stroking me and I started to lean forward.

“Hands on the side of the chair please,” he cautioned.  I dropped them into position and leaned back.

“Of course, I might need to look a little closer.”

With that, Steve removed his hands and pushed my skirt up, completely revealing me.  He slid forward and before I could do anything, his mouth was upon me.  I gasped when his tongue found my clit.  I started to reach down with my hands when I remembered his command and returned them to gripping the sides of the chair.  Steve didn’t pause.  Within mere moments he’d figured out just how much pressure I liked and what sort of licks and strokes to make.

I looked down but Steve didn’t look up.  He was holding my hips now, preventing me from squirming out from under his tongue.  The jolts of pleasure started then, shooting up from his touch.  I closed my eyes and let myself go.  In mere moments the jolts turned to waves and I let out a cry as my orgasm crashed through me.

When I opened my eyes, Steve was still kneeling before me, grinning madly.

“Yup, no panties.” he said.  I just rolled my eyes and slowly sat up straight.  Steve scrambled up and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with salads.  Once again, I found myself composing myself.

“Was that only a minute?” I asked.

“You tell me,” he teased in reply.

“It was fast, and I’m never that fast.”

“You were last week on our walk,” he commented.

“Oh!  Well that explains it!  It’s your fault!  Twice in seven days and the only thing in common is you!”  Steve laughed in response.

“So I’m good at some things,” he joked as I started in on the salad.

“No kidding!  You’re an excellent cook!”

With that, the conversation turned to restaurants and food and discussions of meals past.  I slowly calmed down and relaxed as the afterglow mixed with the wine and the food.  The entrée was equally stunning--chicken in lemon with artichoke and capers, accompanied by rice and stir fried vegetables.  Steve had every detail right and I realized it must have taken him all day to prepare.

“So,” Steve said, when we’d finished and the plates had been pushed aside, “are you ready for dessert?”

“Depends,” I replied.  “Does it involve more minutes?”

Steve furrowed his brow for a moment and then nodded.

“Sure!  Let’s not be completely predictable!  I’ll be right back.”

With that, he slipped back into the kitchen and returned with two goblets filled with chocolate mousse.  I smiled as he set one before me.

“Now,” he began, “I think you will enjoy this mousse.  However, for each spoonful you take, you have to undo one button on your blouse.”

“Hmmm.  There’s a lot of mousse here.  What happens when I run out of buttons?”

“We’ll think of something,” Steve replied.  We just grinned at each other.

The mousse was truly wonderful.  Though I don’t know which I savored more--the chocolate melting in my mouth or the way Steve’s eyes sparkled as the fabric of my blouse slowly parted.  He displayed remarkable patience as I languorously licked each spoonful completely clean and then toyed with each button before undoing it.

“Oh, gee.  Look.  No more buttons,” I pouted as the last one parted.  “And three more spoonfuls of mousse.  Whatever shall we do?”  I fluttered my eyelashes at Steve but he held back from laughing out loud.

“Remove your blouse,” Steve ordered.

I took some more mousse and slowly sucked the creamy chocolate off the spoon.  Then I shrugged my shoulders, letting my blouse cascade behind me onto the chair.  I finished extricating my arms and sat nude but for my bra from the waist up.

“Next the skirt,” Steve said.  I grinned and stood up.  I did a little shimmy and let the skirt drop to the floor.  I then did a small pirouette, letting Steve take me all in with his eyes, before sitting back down and claiming the spoonful of chocolate so richly earned.  Steve’s open admiration was having its own effect as I could feel myself getting damp under his gaze.

“Last bite,” I teased, scooping it out of the glass.

“The bra,” he replied.  I savored the chocolate and made a display of licking my lips before unhooking my bra and sliding it away.  My nipples were achingly hard as they came into Steve’s view.

“Ready for the *real* dessert?” he asked.  I nodded and Steve took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Steve motioned for me to lay back as he began to remove his own clothes.  I stripped off my stockings and settled back to watch him.  I was almost panting as his body slowly came into view.  The man was gorgeous and I *wanted* him.  When his erection finally came into sight I started to shift forward towards him.

“No,” Steve cautioned.  “I still have three minutes to collect.  Please lie back.”  I gave him puppy dog eyes but complied.  Steve joined me on the bed, stretching out beside me.

“I’m going to claim another minute now,” he murmured.  I shivered in anticipation.

“Please reach above you and place your hands on the headboard.”  I quickly did so, finding it an easy reach.  Steve leaned over and began kissing me.  I kissed back hungrily until he started kissing my neck and behind my ear.  I just shuddered with each touch and then closed my eyes.  His kisses trailed down my neck and across my collarbone.  Then they continued further south.

“Now,” he said, “I’ve enjoyed seeing these, but I haven’t tasted them yet.”  

With that, I felt his lips fasten around my left nipple.  He began to gently suck, while flicking the tip with his tongue.  Then he began to lick and kiss all around, first one breast and then the other.  I began to moan as he made love to my breasts.  Down below, I was soaking the sheets.

He found that out for himself a moment later.  Never stopping his ravishment up above, his fingers found my sopping slit and then my hard clit.  I shuddered as he began to stroke me.  I knew this pattern all too well.  It wasn’t long before the sparks flew and then I crashed into my second orgasm of the night.

When I finally calmed down, catching my breath and feeling the beginnings of afterglow, I realized that Steve was gently holding me, watching my face.  His eyes glowed with awe and delight.

“Two more minutes left,” he teased.

“Oh, I’m not sure I can take much more!” I gasped, happily.

“You can take it,” he affirmed.  I just nodded.

“On your hands and knees.” Steve ordered.

With a groan, I scrambled into position.  Steve knelt behind me and I heard the condom package tear open.

“Guide me in,” he said.  I reached back and parted my labia, gently nudging his erection to my entrance.  I heard Steve take a deep breath.

And then he pushed inside me.

Oh gawd.  He slowly filled me and stretched me and my pussy sent happy mini-shocks of delight.  He stopped when he was finally buried deep, letting me savor the sensations.  Then he began to move.

I realized that Steve’s kisses truly were nothing but foreplay.  If those had made me melt with their heat, his cock was throwing me in the furnace.  I gasped and moaned as he thrust, varying his speed and angle and power like a sculptor completing his masterpiece.  His hands were on my hips, stroking my ass, sliding around to caress my clit.  Meanwhile his cock never stopped.

Soon I was crying in pleasure, tossing and bouncing as he relentless pounded into me.  My shoulders had collapsed onto the bed, leaving me to scream into the pillow.  I lost track.  One orgasm, ten orgasms, a million.  I couldn’t tell!  It just all felt incredible!

Then Steve slowed down to a gentle rhythm.  I finally caught my breath.  Not for long though.  He began to pick up the speed, sensing exactly when I needed just a bit more.  It began to build.  Slow steady waves began to flood my entire body, starting from my clit and extending through my fingers and toes.  Slow steady strong waves.  They continued to build as Steve thrust into me, continually adding to each other.  I started breathing deeply in the same rhythm, almost catching the waves as they rolled.  They built and built and I hung on the edge for what seemed like forever.  Finally I crashed into the biggest orgasm of my life.

When I finally recovered my senses, I was still woozy.  When I’d caught my breath, Steve rolled me onto my back and then laid on top of me.  I wrapped my arms around him.

“That was for pleasure,” he told me, looking directly into my eyes.  “This last minute is for connection.”  I was too tired to laugh.  That last “minute” had been well over sixty seconds.

With that, Steve once again slid his cock inside me.  He began a very gentle motion, as if aware of how tender I might still be.  He never broke eye contact, except for the occasional brief kiss that was just a mere pause as we gazed at each other.  I became aware of the warmth of his body, blanketing mine.  I felt my nipples pressed hard against his chest.  His hips gently bumped mine as his shaft slid back and forth.  Steve was right.  This was some place other than pure pleasure.  It was a deep contentment as if this gentle rocking together was all the world was made of.  Connection, he’d said.  Connection indeed.

Steve saw me smiling.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he asked, continuing our slow screw.

“Just happy,” I replied.

“Anything I can do for you?” he asked.  I grinned when I realized there was.

“I want you to cum,” I whispered.  “I want to feel you cum deep inside me.”  Steve looked at me and smiled..  He speeded up a little until he was starting to pant.

“I want my big strong man to cum,” I rasped.  Steve nodded.

“Okay,” he said.  He again speeded up his thrusts and I slightly shifted the angle.  A few strokes later he began to moan and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside me.  Then with a long moan he was spurting and then he collapsed on top of me.  I kissed his cheek and ran my fingers through his hair until he recovered.  Finally he pulled out, disposed of the condom and cuddled up next to me.

“Looks like you enjoyed your minutes,” I mused.

“Oh yes,” he affirmed.  “That was incredible.  I haven’t had sex this good in a long time.”

“Really?” I said, surprised and simultaneously flattered.

“Really,” Steve replied.  I could sense him thinking.  “I think it’s because I’m falling in love with you.”

My eyes widened.  He suddenly looked abashed.

“Look, if it’s too soon to say that . . .”

“No,” I interrupted.  “That’s okay.

“I’m falling in love with you too.”

Steve’s smile lit the room.  He pulled me in for a passionate kiss that I gladly returned.  Sometime later we disengaged and I curled up next to him, my head on his shoulder, his arms around me.

“So what now?” I asked, snuggling in.

“Hmmm.  How about more bets on hockey?” Steve replied.

“The Stanley Cup?”

“I was thinking more about next season,” he said.  I smiled and pulled his arm tighter around me.

“Okay,” I replied, “but only if we change the terms of the bet.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Betting on winning instead of losing.  Every time the Avalanche win, you owe me two minutes of anything I want.  When the Red Wings win, I owe you.”

Steve chuckled and then kissed my cheek.

“Deal,” he murmured.

I shifted around until Steve was spooning me.  He held me close, just as I wanted.  We began to drift off to sleep.  I let my thoughts wander.  This was going to be fun, I realized.  A season’s worth of games with Steve.  Not to mention some great hockey.

--end-- 
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