The Devil Made Me Do It (8 page)

“
Hi sweetie,” I shouted over the dryer noise. I flipped my hair over my shoulders and stood up. I could see Richard’s big eyes and even bigger erection in the mirror. I blew a kiss at his reflection.

He grunted and moved behind me, pressing his hard member between my cheeks.

“
Put that thing away. I’m late for work.”

“
So?” His hand slid around me to cup my breast. He didn’t like the feel of my padded lace bra, so he pushed his fingers under it, pinching my nipple.

“
Hey!” He had both arms around me, stroking my breasts, bumping into my elbow. I just about stuck myself in the eye with my brush. “Go back to bed.”

He ignored me—no surprise—and rubbed more insistently at my behind. “Do me before you go to work.”

“
I don’t have time. I’m running late already.” Why was he always horny when we couldn’t do anything about it? I wrestled away from his grip and pulled open a drawer, searching for my makeup.

Richard pulled my freshly-dried hair away from my neck and dragged his goatee across my skin. Ooh…goose bumps. But I had to resist. I found my makeup bag and unzipped it, but I dropped it when he stuck his hand down the front of my g-string.

“
I gotta get ready for work!” I struggled as he slid his arms around me. His fingers went between my legs where my flesh was still swollen and moist from my little adventure with the shower massage. I wiggled my hips, trying to dislodge his hand, but, oh damn, that felt pretty good. “Not now!”

“
Now,” he growled. He bit down hard where my neck met my shoulder. Oh…my favorite spot. I braced my hands on the counter as my knees buckled under me. Two hot fingers slid down over my lower lips, squeezing my clit between them. I jumped as those fingers pinched hard, but he held me tight against him, rubbing his hard wet erection across my bottom. Crawling, exploring, and testing, Richard searched my nether regions for buried treasure. He must have decided it was all priceless because his entire hand cupped me, one finger finding its way inside my cave while the rest massaged and stroked the valley.

“
Richard. Stop!” I really didn’t have time for this. Did I?

“
I know you like it,” he whispered against my tingly wet neck. His free hand drew circles around my erect nipples as if to prove it.

“
Umm….” I closed my eyes and liked it a lot.

“
I know you want it.” The finger inside me twisted deeper, driving his point home.

His heated whisper sent chills down my spine. But I could not give in. The clock would not stand still. Still behind me, he slid his hot erection between my thighs. I clamped my legs together hoping to discourage his efforts, but he liked the resistance. Angling upward, he shoved harder, grinding his cock against my clit. My slick muscles tightened around him. He groaned and I caught a glimpse of his triumphant grin in the mirror.

The clock radio blasted as the snooze alarm went off, reminding me I lost a full nine minutes fighting off my horny husband. “I gotta get dressed now, babe.” I tried to turn around but he spun me back toward the counter.

“
You’ll get dressed when I say so.” He stepped back and pulled my hips toward him, jamming his knee between my legs, forcing them apart. There was no time to argue before he thrust his cock into me, hard and deep, pinning me against the cabinets. I gasped and fell forward, catching myself on the sink. He gave my g-string a violent tug, ripping it at the seams. God I love it when he tears my clothes off.

“
No,” I gasped, but the protest was only a token one, adding to the heat of the moment. I bucked back against his groin, trying to push him out, but my action had the opposite effect, pushing him in deeper. Satisfied I’d resisted him as much as I could, I moaned and let him take me.

Richard dug his fingers into my flesh and pounded into me. His furious thrusts took my breath away, and I struggled to keep my grip on the counter. I ground back against him, spreading my legs to take him deeper, but it wasn’t enough. Knowing I can’t orgasm through penetration alone, that sweet man of mine slid one hand over my breast and the other over my clit, tracing circles in both places. Harder, harder, harder,
faster faster faster
—oh!

I gasped and bolted upright, and he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I clenched my thighs tight, trapping his finger right where I wanted it. He bit harder, and I knew he was getting close. I was close, too. I bent forward and spread my legs, thrusting back to meet him. He drew a deep breath and shuddered, forgetting about my screaming button, so I took over, stroking, pinching, and pulling until I was in agony. A long low moan slipped from my throat as my senses surpassed their limit. Sweet relief flooded though me, soothing my well-used body. I felt Richard thrust and pump, I saw him bite his lower lip, and then I heard our mixed fluids dripping on the linoleum floor.

He rested only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and pulled out. “You’d better get to work.”

“
What time is it?” Still trying to catch my breath, I looked at the clock. Eight ten. Since I set the bedroom clock ten minutes fast, I knew it was exactly eight o’clock. I was late.

“
Tell your boss it’s my fault you’re late.” Richard gave me his naughty little boy grin.

“
Damn right I will.” But what a great reason. I could sacrifice a few dollars from my paycheck for some wild ravishing. Smiling, I slipped into my dress and quickly brushed on some makeup.

“
What about your panties?”

I was already heading for the door. “No time. I’ll have to go without.”

“
Mmm.” His blue eyes sparkled as he grabbed my arm and spun me around, pulling me tight against his chest. “Leave them off until I get home.”

I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him. “As you wish.”

“
Ok, you know the safe words, right?”

“
Green means go, yellow means be careful, and red means stop.”

“
Yeah, just think of it as a stop light, but I’ll probably never use green.”

“
I hope you never have to use red.” James frowned and rubbed his stubbled chin. He still wasn’t comfortable with her idea, but nothing pleased him more than pleasing his wife, so he agreed to be her bad boy for tonight.

“
Just remember, don’t put your hands on my throat and don’t hit me. Other than that, anything goes.” Rachel smiled. “And remember what I want you to do.”

“
I remember.” He downed the last of his Glenfiddich and took a long look at her. He loved the way her coppery brown hair flowed over her shoulders. He loved the way that silky red dress skimmed her curves. God he loved the way those four-inch heels shaped her legs, but he loved her smile the most. Shy, almost innocent, but he damn well knew better.

James loosened his tie a bit. He hated wearing the thing, but she asked him to wear it specifically for tonight. “Are you sure about this, baby?” Rachel nodded her head, eyes bright. He chuckled and ran his hand through his unruly dark blonde hair. His blue eyes met her green ones. “Let’s do it.”

***

The elevator doors slid open and there he was. Rachel stepped inside and gave him a little smile. He didn’t look too happy. Still, even with a scowl on his face, she found him very sexy…in a disturbing scary kind of way.

“
Thought you ditched me, didn’t you?” he growled from the opposite corner. He moved toward her.

Rachel stood still, fighting the urge to back away, fighting the stronger urge to rip his clothes off.

“
You’ve been flirting with me all night.” He moved closer.

“
Did you like that?”

A wicked grin twisted his lips. “You tell me.” He grabbed her hand and shoved it against the hard bulge in his pants.

Rachel gasped and he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her hard, sliding his tongue into her open mouth. He pressed her body in to the corner. Or did she pull him against her? Rachel couldn’t tell and didn’t really care. She kissed him back, rubbing her hand over his erection while his hands slid up and down her body. One of them slid under her skirt, grabbed her thong, and started pulling it down. She pushed him back. “Wait.”

“
What are you, a tease?” James cupped her ass and pulled her into his groin. “Fuck me, baby.” He tugged at her thong. “Fuck me hard.”

Rachel struggled, pushing against him, pulling him back. His hard body and hot tongue made her want crazy things. She heard something rip, not sure if it was her clothes or his. The sound sent shivers down her spine. When was the last time a man wanted her like this? Sex with him could be really hot but….

Somehow a rational thought took hold. “My flight leaves early in the morning. I need to get some sleep.”

“
Bullshit.” James grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back.

“
But–”

“
I know you want me.” He shut her up with a brutal kiss, crushing her lips under his mouth.

Yeah, she wanted him, but she wasn’t going to give in that easy. The elevator pinged to a stop, and the doors slid open. James relaxed his hold just long enough for Rachel to step away from him. She backed toward the door, flashed him a naughty smile, then turned and slapped the panel, jumping through the doors as they slid closed behind her.

James cursed and punched the button for the next floor up. He sprinted down the hall and down the stairs, catching Rachel as she unlocked the door to her hotel suite. He slammed his body against her, pushing them into the room. She ended up pinned between a desk and his body, her back to his front with his hard cock jammed against her ass.

“
You like that don’t you, baby?” James ground his erection into her lush bottom. She tried to wiggle free, but she liked that, too.

James chuckled and stuffed his hand down the front of her dress, rolling her pebbled nipple between his fingers. Keeping her trapped against the desk with his hips, he ripped her shoulder straps off and pulled her top down, exposing her breasts. “You feel so good,” he hissed in her ear. He nibbled along her neck, down to her bare shoulder.

“
Oh no,” Rachel gasped. He found her favorite spot. Goose bumps covered her skin, and she shivered. Her nipples turned even harder, if that was possible. She tried to break free, but, between his hard body and her weak one, she could hardly move. Her struggles seemed to piss him off. He shoved her down on the desk and unzipped her dress so hard it ripped all the way down. That pissed her off.

“
My favorite dress!” Rachel stood up suddenly and jammed an elbow into his ribs. James staggered back and she ran toward the bedroom. She tried to shut the door, but he pushed past it, spun her around, and shoved her against the wall.

“
Nice try,” James panted, watching her naked breasts heave. His gaze slid down to the tiny pink lace thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “You’re wet,” he said, running his fingers over it. He ripped it off and watched her juices trickle down her thighs. “Damn woman, you are dripping.”

Something about having every shred of her clothing ripped off by a man who was still completely dressed made Rachel hotter than she ever imagined. She should protest, shouldn’t she? But then his fingers slid between her hot wet lips and she couldn’t remember why. “Don’t touch me,” she whimpered.

“
It’s a little late for that.” James grinned. He slid two fingers into her tight pussy and stroked her clit with his thumb.

Rachel tried to struggle but that felt too good.

“
I’m gonna make you cum.” He leaned into her, dragging his tongue down her neck.

That arrogant jerk! Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. “You can try.”

James laughed and drove his fingers in deeper, curling them forward as his thumb circled her clit.

Rachel shook her head back and forth. No, no, no, no, no…but the word never got past her lips. “Oh…Oh!” Her entire body shook while James held her up. Heat swept over her and she braced herself against the wall. She hadn’t planned on losing control so easily, and now she had to do something to wipe that smug look off his face.

James was so proud of himself that he didn’t realize how quickly she darted away from him until she was halfway across the room. Fortunately for him, it was a small room, and he caught up with her when she stopped short against the bar rail. She turned and tried to fight him off as he closed in. “Will you just hold still you little—hey!” He grabbed her flailing arms and spun her around. He pulled off his tie and tied her wrists to the bar rail. “That’s better.” He finally had a good use for that stupid tie. James stepped back and studied her fine ass bent over in front of him, bouncing nicely as she tugged on her bonds. “Much better.”

“
Oh baby,” he breathed as his hands stroked her silky flesh. “Now you’re gonna get fucked.”

Rachel twisted around and glared at James over her shoulder as he threw off his jacket and shirt. “Wow.” Dammit did she say that out loud? He looked up and winked at her and she turned away. When she opened her eyes, she noticed a conveniently placed mirror right above the bar. She smiled to herself and watched his pants hit the floor. His cock stood up hard and thick. Oh yeah. She was gonna get fucked.

James slid his hand between her legs to make sure she was still wet. Nothing to worry about there. Then he slid his cock between her legs. Nice. He thought he heard her moan, but he knew she wouldn’t admit it. He pretended to search for the right spot, stroking and poking here and there, driving himself crazy.