AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Slamming the oven shut, I toss the entire casserole, pan and all, into the trash, and yank open my junk drawer.
I dig around until I find the menu for Anthony's pizzeria crumpled in the back corner. I order the large mushroom, cheese, and artichoke heart. Uncut. The kid on the other end of the phone is curious, but I don’t bother to explain.
By a stroke of luck, the pizza is delivered in record time. I open the pizza box and slide it out onto a pan, setting it in the oven. I grab my rolling pin from the drawer, and lay it on the countertop for extra effect just as Lara’s headlights flash through the front window.
Everything looks perfect. Except… for the pizza box on the floor.
I stomp it in half, throw open the back door, and toss it into the recycling bin. I'm back inside just as she's knocking on the door.
My heart pounds, and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I've made dinner for women before, done romantic things, but never in my life has my heart pounded in my chest like this, like I'm five seconds away from a full on panic attack.
Get it together, Jamie.
She knocks again, and I throw open the door a little too quickly. Jesus Christ. She's dressed in a tight satin dress the color of the midnight sky. The dress hugs every curve, and even without exposing cleavage, the shape of her plump breasts alone takes away what little breath I have. "Wow. You look incredible."
Her lips are painted a bold red, and her long auburn hair is curled in soft waves.
"Thank you." She slides inside and lightly touches my waist, lifting her hips to meet mine as she stands on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek.
She’s barely touched me, and I feel the blood rush to my groin. Everything about her is so sensual, and I have to adjust myself in my pants to relieve the pressure as she steps into my living room. Her eyes land on the target dishes on the table.
Her smile twists slightly, and she wrinkles her nose. "Is something… burning?"
Fuck. I forgot to air out the room. "Almost, but I saved it."
I can't tell if she looks impressed or suspicious. "What did you make?"
"Pizza." What if she can taste that I bought it? It probably won’t be good if she catches me lying.
"Yum." She faces me, and it takes all my willpower not to stare straight at her full round breasts.
A lump forms in my throat. What is she thinking? Why do I feel like I'm going to fuck this up? "Are you hungry?"
Licking her lips, she smiles. "Ravenous."
“Good. Just in time. Pizza’s ready.” I grab the plates from the table and turn to the kitchen. I set them on the counter and open the oven door, sliding the tray out onto the granite counter next to the rolling pin. I roll the pizza cutter across the pie a few times and hand her a slice.
“Wow,” she exclaims. “I never knew you were such a chef.”
“Not so much,” I reply. “I try. Sometimes, I surprise myself.”
“It’s good,” She forces the words out through the bite in her mouth. “Hot.”
“Glad you like it,” I hide a silent sigh of relief as I pick up my plate and walk into the living room. Lara follows, eating as she walks. She sets her plate with its half-eaten pizza slice on the cocktail table and brushes against me. I turn in response to her touch as she takes a deep breath that lifts her breasts and presses them tighter against the fabric of her dress. The space between us sizzles with electricity, and I feel the blood rush to my groin. Stop getting hard, stop getting hard, stop—fuck it. She watches in anticipation as I set my plate down next to hers.
We lunge at the same time, our bodies merging together in the middle of my living room. Her tongue is in my mouth for only a moment before she slides her hand inside my pants and grips my erect cock with her cold fingertips. Moments later, both hands are working the buttons of my jeans, and by the time my pants fall to the floor, she's on her knees before me.
Looking up, and locking her eyes on mine, she takes me deep in her mouth. Her tongue is so warm. So soft. And so active that a rush of shivers runs up my spine. "Fuck, Lara." I bury my hands in her hair, gripping her cheeks as she inhales the entirety of my erection, gagging briefly as she takes it too deep.
Dear God, she is good at this.
But I want more. I want more than my own physical pleasure. I feel the unshakable desire to makeherfeel good.
"C'mere." I put my fingers on her cheeks and gently guide them upward. She twirls her tongue around the engorged head of my erection before she slides it out of her mouth. She smacks her lips and wipes them with the back of her hand as she stands up, a coy smile on her face.
"What? You didn't like it?" She grins. She knows she's good at this.
I tuck her hair behind her ears and kiss her neck. "I want to be inside you. I want to feel you squeezing me."
