The Devil Made Me Do It (12 page)

Melissa gasped. “But I was drinking a margarita.”

“
Not any more.” He picked up her hand and turned it palm up. Lifting it to his mouth, he slowly drew his tongue across her wrist.

Melissa knew her body fairly well. She knew what turned her on and what didn’t. Or she used to. She never knew her wrist was an erogenous zone. Her knees quivered and she sat down while Brian sprinkled salt on her wet skin then licked her again. Blood rushed through her arm, making her pulse pound under his tongue. With blurry eyes, she watched him pick up the shot glass and down it, pick up the lime wedge and bite it.

“
Your turn.”

There was a challenge in his tone she couldn’t refuse. She stared at the saltshaker, considering her options.

Brian got tired of waiting. He licked his upturned forearm and sprinkled salt on it then held it up to Melissa’s mouth. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Brian caught his breath as her pink tongue touched his skin. He pictured that tongue wrapping around his cock, and he gritted his teeth as the image hardened his erection further.

Melissa opened her eyes and the room spun around her, but she hadn’t touched the shot. She picked up the glass and drank it. The potent liquid burned her mouth, bringing tears to her eyes.

“
Swallow it,” Brian instructed. When she did as she was told, he picked up the lime wedge and slipped it between her lips.

“
God, that stuff’s horrible.” Melissa cringed, sucking the lime for relief.

“
You’re not supposed to hold it in your mouth.” Brian couldn’t help laughing. “Let it hit the back of your throat and swallow it. You won’t taste it so much.”

“
Really?” Her stomach was still burning.

“
That’s true for swallowing other things, too.” He let her decide what ‘other things’.

Did he really say that or was she already drunk?

Brian ordered two more shots, but Melissa shook her head. “These are for me.” He pushed her hair back over her shoulder and slid his hand behind her neck, licking her just below her ear. Melissa got goose bumps and leaned into him, clutching his arms. She shivered again as he licked the salt from her skin, making quick work of the Tequila and lime. Brian’s lips curled as he decided where to place the next salt lick.

That smile gave Melissa more goose bumps. Brian reached for her collar and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her sweater. “Oh,” Melissa gasped, hopeful.

Brian held her shoulders and pulled her forward, slipping his tongue into the deep V between her breasts. But once wasn’t enough, so he licked her again before sprinkling the salt on her. And he had to make sure he got all the salt off, so he licked her hot skin thoroughly, slipping his tongue just under her bra.

“
You’re teasing me,” Melissa panted, watching him down the last shot.

“
Uh-huh,” he grunted, pulling the lime from his mouth and squeezing it over her lips. He held on to the bar to keep from sliding off his stool while he watched her tongue flicker over her lips, licking the tart juice.

He stood up on shaky legs, but it took more than three shots of Tequila to bring him to his knees. Pulling Melissa off the stool, he fit her body between his legs, tipping her head back to meet his eyes. “Are you as turned on as I am?”

“
Oh my god, yes.”

Her lips brushed against his, practically begging for a kiss. Brian decided that was close enough and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet, salty and hot. Her tongue twisted with his, and his knees actually buckled. Brian couldn’t believe it. She was too much for him. He held her face in his hands and gently pulled away, nibbling at her lips.

“
Let’s get out of here.” Brian pulled her toward the door.

Melissa giggled. “Your place or mine?”

He stopped short, turned, and dragged her into his arms, kissing her. Images of her naked on the floor, legs wrapped around his waist, hips thrusting wildly flashed through his brain, stealing his breath. “We’ll be lucky if we make it to my car.”

Her reply was a soft moan. “In that case, give me five minutes to freshen up.” She pulled away from him and ran to the ladies room.

“
You have three,” he called after her. He followed her to the hallway outside the restrooms and waited, checking his watch. After two minutes, he couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed the door open and found Melissa alone, fixing her lipstick.

Her eyes widened and she spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

Brian quickly surveyed the room. It was surprisingly clean, dimly lit, with a sturdy vanity that would serve his purposes very well. He grabbed a chair and angled it under the doorknob. There would be no interruptions. He turned to Melissa and lifted her up on the countertop.

“
We can’t–” Her breathless protest was cut off by his mouth closing over hers. He swallowed her gasps and groans, pressing her back against the mirror.

He broke the kiss suddenly and leaned back, staring at her with blazing eyes. “Do you remember what I wanted to do to you?” She didn’t need any more hints when he pulled open her cardigan.

“
Oh god,” she gasped and arched her back to let him unhook her bra. He swiftly bared her breasts, pausing to admire them, then leaned forward to take one hard nipple between his teeth.

Melissa hissed as he bit down, soothing the painful pleasure with his tongue. But while that ache was relieved, an even more intense ache burst between her legs. “Between my legs,” she groaned.

“
What?” Brian lifted his head, staring at the half-naked woman writhing beneath him.

“
I want your tongue between my legs.”

Brian smiled and returned his mouth to her breasts. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered over her nipple, “I’ll get there.”

All she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and pull him in tight. But it wasn’t enough. His merciless tongue and relentless teeth tortured her breasts. If he wasn’t careful she was going to—oh god—she really was going to come. The wave seized her, arching her back and pushing her breast into his hot mouth. He knew what she needed and ground his erection against her while he bit one nipple and pinched the other. Brian nearly came himself when she dug her heels into his thighs, twisting and moaning. He kissed her battered nipples as she caught her breath.

“
Don’t think I’m finished with you yet.” Oh no. He had plans for her. So. Many. Devious plans.

Melissa whimpered.

Brian slid his hands under her skirt, frowning when he discovered her silky stockings were waist-high pantyhose. But at least that was all she was wearing, he noticed as his fingers explored between her spread thighs. He hiked her skirt up to her waist, exposing the wet black nylon. That sight, not the Tequila, brought him to his knees.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the musky sweet scent of her. His head swam, and when he opened his eyes, the damp spot spread outward, seeping through the fabric. Grinning like a little boy with a new toy, Brian puckered his lips and blew a pointed breath at the wet panel. Melissa squealed, wriggling on the countertop. Then he opened his mouth wide and breathed heat in that same spot, drawing a deep sigh from the woman he was taking such delight in tormenting. The dampness increased and he couldn’t resist touching it, tracing his fingertip along the seam of her pantyhose from top to bottom.

“
Yes,” Melissa sighed, “oh yes. More. Please. Mooorrre—”

He traced the outline of her pussy, lip to lip, fold to fold, curiously fingering the pink flesh as if he was the first to discover it. But touching it wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste her, eat her, and devour her. His tongue followed his finger. Down and around. Over and back again. Tasting a woman always drove him crazy, but this woman—her taste, her texture, her scent—this woman was driving him legally insane. Melissa’s entire body tensed, her hips shifting down toward his mouth. But neither of them could get enough.

He twisted the flimsy material in his fist, poked a finger through, and ripped it straight down the middle. Now he could feast on her the way he wanted to. Brian’s tongue touched her naked flesh, swirling and stroking. He opened his mouth and swallowed every morsel he could get, sucking the juicy bits like candy.

Melissa never felt so hot in her entire life. Her cheeks blazed, sweat beaded between her breasts and behind her knees. Seeing Brian on his knees, his face between her legs, his nose buried in her pubic curls was almost as erotic as what he was doing down there. Hot tongue flicks tormented her swollen clit, lingering just enough to make her think relief was coming soon, but just when she was ready to climax, that devilish tongue moved on, leaving her in agony. Poking and probing her, oh yes that felt good, but dammit when was he going to—ah! Without warning, he returned to her aching nub, teasing it back to another kind of agony…the kind that could only end in pure bliss.

“
Yes, just like that.” Melissa knew he didn’t like being instructed, but he couldn’t go on torturing her that way. Could he?

Brian knew a woman’s body better than most men and a lot of women did. He knew how much Melissa could take. He knew if he licked her just a little bit longer then sucked her right there….

“
Please!”

Her desperate cry blew away his resolve. Brian closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard, holding her thighs to keep her from leaping off the counter.

The orgasm took her by surprise. She didn’t feel it coming, and she was in no way prepared for its intensity. Her mouth fell open, but she didn’t make a sound. She couldn’t call his name or any other words. She couldn’t even gasp. All thought fled her mind and all she could do was feel.

Brian stood up while Melissa caught her breath. As he unzipped his jeans, she reached for him, sliding off the counter to kneel between his legs. Her hand slid inside his pants, and she smiled when she touched his naked erection. That orgasm was still rocking through her, and she was eager to do the same to him. “I want you in my mouth.”

He hissed, watching her tongue flicker over his swollen head. “Not this time.” Brian caught her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.

“
Why not?”

He pressed his lips against her ear. “You’re not that kind of girl, remember?”

Melissa blushed and pulled her hand out of his pants. “Oh, right.”

“
But I’m that kind of guy.” His lips curled in an absolutely evil smile. “And I am going to fuck you,” he growled, “three ways. Hard, fast, and continuously.”

“
Oh!” Those words alone almost gave her another orgasm.

Brian spun her around and bent her forward over the vanity. Wrestling free of his jeans, he shoved her skirt out of the way and ripped apart what was left of her pantyhose. Melissa’s bare upturned bottom met his erection, and he thrust hard between her thighs, grinding against the warm wet heat. Angling upward, he thrust deep inside, nearly lifting her off her feet.

Melissa gasped and braced her hands on the countertop. She lifted her head and looked into the mirror, captivated by the erotic image they created. She barely recognized herself. Her conservative cardigan was pulled wide open, and her practical bra was pushed up to her shoulders, leaving her breasts free to bounce with Brian’s every thrust. Loose curls danced wildly around her face, caressing her flushed cheeks. Her plain wool skirt bunched up around her waist and her shredded pantyhose stretched across her parted thighs, leaving her completely exposed. A low moan drew her eyes to Brian’s reflection. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, Brian groaned between his teeth, driving into her with no intention of slowing down. Seeing his ecstasy so clearly displayed on his face was too much for Melissa to bear. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from the mirror.

Brian felt her move. He slid one hand into her hair and gently turned her head. “Watch me, baby. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Melissa watched his eyes drift over her to fix on the spot where their bodies joined. Gazing between her legs, Melissa saw Brian’s thighs flexing, slamming against hers. Fascinated, she looked closer and saw his shaft thrusting between her lips, wet and shiny. A tingle fluttered in her breasts, spreading through her limbs as she stared.

A smug smile crossed Brian’s lips. She was enjoying the show. Good. Maybe she’d appreciate a little more exhibition. He pulled his cock out and slid it forward, grinning at her startled gasp when the head thrust between her lips, bursting into sight. Slowly grinding over her clit, he leaned close to her and whispered, “Do you like that, baby?”

“
Oh yes.” She closed her eyes and pressed back against him.

“
Look in the mirror,” he commanded.

Melissa obeyed. She watched him draw circles over her swollen flesh, gasping when he pulled back as if to enter her, teasing her and then sliding forward again.

“
Which do you like better?” he asked. He met her eyes in the mirror to make sure she saw what he was doing. “In?” His cock slid inside her…long, slow, and deep.

Melissa moaned.

“
Or out?” Pulling out, he pushed forward through the wet pink folds, teasing her clit.

Melissa whimpered.

Brian demonstrated her choices again. Inside, outside. Deep, shallow. Long and slow or short and quick. And then he repeated.