The Devil Made Me Do It (10 page)

I studied his cock with my tongue, memorizing every ridge and ripple, making note of the taste and feel of him. His gasps and groans were recorded in my brain, filed away for future use. He braced his arms on the railing, thrusting into my mouth. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and I squeezed them, sliding my fingers through the crisp dark hair to that spot all the magazines said drove men wild.

“
Carrie,” his voice was raspy. “Stop now before I come.”

I was torn. How far did I want this to go? If he came now, he might not recover before the power turned back on, and I’d lose my chance to have him inside me. Then again, the thought of watching him come on my skin, or even better, feeling him come in my mouth made my insides quiver. When I looked up at him and met his eyes, I knew I wanted all of him. With his cock still secure in my mouth, I winked at him and shook my head.

“
Oh my god,” he whispered. His entire body shuddered, and I opened my mouth to receive him. Just a little at first, then more, and still more. I swallowed it all, sucking him hard even after he collapsed against the wall. I could hardly believe I enjoyed it. Alex’s salty sweet flavor lingered on my tongue, and the more I savored it, the more I craved it.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, and right then I knew a man who wasn’t afraid to taste himself on my tongue wouldn’t be afraid to taste me either. But while he was content to kiss my lips, I wanted him to kiss me elsewhere.

“
Alex.” The word was a plea, and he knew it. “Don’t be cruel.”

“
I thought you wanted me to tease you.” His tongue circled my nipples, drawing them into his hot mouth. I felt the pull of his lips all the way down to my toes, but it wasn’t enough.

Unable to wait any longer, I unzipped my skirt and slid it to my ankles. I was in Alex Masters’ arms in nothing but a red silk thong and black heels.

“
Eager little beaver, aren’t you?” He grinned at the double meaning.

I tried to scowl at him as I kicked my skirt across the floor, but those wicked blue eyes got the best of me again. “Yes, I am.”

“
Good.” His warm breath cooled my wet nipple. He knew what I wanted, but he took his sweet time getting there. And it was time well spent. My body hummed as his lips taunted my skin. Little nibbles moved down my ribs to my belly…ahh progress…then back up again. I squirmed and stretched up, hoping to force him to change direction, but he did what he pleased.

“
Alex….” I felt him smile on my skin.

“
Don’t rush me.” His whispered promise made my belly quiver, and for the moment, I was content to let him explore. Alex was so very thorough. On his knees in front of me, he kissed and laved my lower abdomen, slipping his tongue under my thong while his fingers slid down the back of my thigh and—ooh!—behind my knee. I didn’t know that was a hot spot. His mouth chased his fingers. Wow…I really loved that spot behind my knee…. Nipping the inside of my thigh, he moved up and…breathed right over the wet silk between my legs to nip at my left thigh.

Just when I was beginning to think he had an aversion to hungry beavers, his tongue slipped out of his mouth and touched the wet red fabric. I jumped. Hearing him laugh, I looked down at him and found him looking up at me as he stole another taste. His eyes were dark and wild. The words ‘lust crazed’ came to mind. Our eyes locked as he licked the silk over and over and over again until I finally had to throw my head back and moan out loud. My clit swelled and thrust against the fabric. Alex saw it and smiled, closing his mouth over the begging bud and sucking hard.

“
Oh god!” I twisted and bucked, hanging onto the railing while he held my thighs. He picked up my leg and draped my knee over his shoulder. “Get rid of the thong!”

He chuckled and hooked a finger under it, dragging his knuckle against my suffering flesh as he pulled the panty to one side. “What next?”

Did he think I was capable of giving instructions? It took me a few seconds to catch my breath and gather my wits.

He waited.

It was almost enough to let him stay there, breathing heat on my exposed folds. Almost, but not quite. “Tongue,” I sputtered. “Use your tongue.”

“
That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

It seemed like slow motion as I watched his tongue uncurl and slide between my labia. Oh sweet heaven. I was suddenly grateful for the support of his shoulder as a wave of dizziness weakened me. I became an entirely sensual creature, aware of nothing but the feel of his tongue, the sound of his licks, the scent of my arousal, the taste of my sweat, and the sight of his nose buried in my pubic curls. My senses collided, blending so I couldn’t tell one from another. I became my orgasm.

Alex caught me as he stood up, and as he pinned me to the elevator’s back wall, I felt his resurrected cock enter me. He wrapped my legs around his waist, spreading me wide, and I dug my heels into his back, pulling him deep. My super-sensitized flesh responded to his every move.

“
Carrie.” Alex nibbled my neck, groaning. His muscles twitched under my hands, straining with the effort of holding me up. I leaned back and grabbed the railing, driving my hips against his to meet his thrusts. He held me at a mind-shattering angle and it took no time at all to reduce me to a quivering lump of flesh.

“
Mm…Alex…please….” I clung to him as he set my feet on the floor.

“
Turn around,” he panted. “Bend over.”

I bent forward, spread my legs, and rested my hands on the railing.

He did nothing.

“
Alex?” I looked over my shoulder.

He reached for me and caressed the dip in my back, just above my bottom. “You have a tattoo.”

“
Yeah,” I blushed, trying to read his expression. “I did that a couple of years ago. I thought it fit my personality.” I hoped that didn’t end his interest in me. His law firm was a pretty conservative one, and the partners frowned on such things. I held my breath until I heard him laugh.

“
A wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Alex leaned over and kissed it, swirling his tongue over my multi-colored skin. “It’s perfect.”

“
Yes it is.” But I was referring to his tongue. I think he knew that because he didn’t stop kissing me. I felt his lips move lower, then I felt a tug on my thong. Grasping the red silk between his teeth, Alex pulled it to my ankles. He lifted my feet, one at a time, freeing me from my last remaining scrap of clothing. But he left my shoes on, saying that the heels worked to our advantage. Of course I agreed, especially when he whispered the words on my lower calf. My legs trembled, and he put a hand on each ankle, slowly sliding them up to my thighs.

“
I love your legs.”

I did too. They were my best feature. But I never knew my legs were an erogenous zone, too. Oh wow! Especially when he nibbled behind my knee like that! I clenched the railing as his tongue drew circles up the backs of my thighs. The dizzying wave came back, stronger this time, and I leaned my head against the wall for support. But that wave was nothing compared to the floodgates that opened when he bit my bottom. Not just a nibble—a whole mouthful. Oh damn did that ever feel good. He bit me all along the curve of my bottom, where cheek met thigh. I squirmed and wiggled into his mouth, not sure if I should giggle or groan. Then, his teeth nipped that supple curve inside my thigh, and I groaned out loud.

“
I love your butt,” Alex sighed.

He could love it all he wanted. I wasn’t going to complain. His mouth moved over my bottom and up my spine, nipping, sucking, and licking, until his cock met me from behind. He stroked my wet flesh with his hard shaft, teasing my opening, then thrust inside, filling me, overwhelming me.

The sound of flesh slapping against sweaty flesh echoed in the small elevator. His angle was perfect, his technique masterful. In and out. Deep and shallow. A few short strokes and then a long, slow excruciatingly sensual stroke and hold. Then back out again. He built to a nice rhythm and then pulled out when I least expected. Alex nuzzled and kissed my shoulders until I begged him to continue. Side to side. Higher and lower. Oh, oh, oh god, why was it only this good in my dreams?

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. I blinked, shook my head, and found Alex standing in the corner, fully dressed with his nose buried in the
Wall Street Journal
. He picked up his briefcase and smiled. “G’night Carrie.”

“
Alex.” I had to make a decision right then and there. I’m not the kind of girl who seduces gorgeous men in stalled elevators, and I never will be. Maybe I should stop dreaming and start living the real world. “Wait, I….”

“
Yeah?” He stopped and turned, blocking the closing doors with his body.

“
I know you’re a busy man….” Just say it Carrie! “I…I wondered if you’d like to go out for coffee sometime.”

He turned that beautiful smile on full force. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Oh boy! “Sure.”

He took my arm and led me from the elevator. “I’m not as busy as you think.”

“
Is that right?”

“
I’m free right now, if you are.”

The message from my brain to speak finally made it to my lips. “Ok. Have you ever been to The Grinder? It’s my favorite place.”

Alex made a mocking wince. “Sounds painful.”

I laughed and took his hand. Maybe the real world will turn out better than my daydreams.

Something scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what it was, but it made me sit straight up in bed and listen for a long time before I was able to think about going back to sleep. I chalked it up to just a bad dream and lay back down beside my wife. She was turned on her side away from me so I draped my arm around her waist and pressed my nose into her shoulder. The scent of something warm and sweet drifted up from her skin and I inhaled slowly. Mmm… vanilla…and some kind of tangy fruit I couldn’t identify.

Damn. Now I was hungry.

Moonlight streamed through the arched bedroom window, lighting my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and stared into the mostly empty space. There was some leftover pizza in a Domino’s box, some cheese in the dairy drawer, and some yogurt cups scattered across the bottom shelf. Nope. Not in the mood for any of that.

What was I craving? Something sweet. I opened the fridge again. Dammit, my Twix bar was long gone. I fumbled around in the pantry and found some honey. Mmm…that sounded good, but I couldn’t find any-thing to put it on.

This was getting irritating. I knew what I wanted but I just couldn’t name it. Sweet, hot, moist, sticky….

Then I figured it out. I wasn’t hungry for food. I was hungry for woman.

Emma loves to sleep. She can fall asleep almost anywhere, on the couch, in the car, on a hard floor. But she hates being woken up. I’ve learned to leave her wherever she goes to sleep rather than risk her wrath. I have also learned never to wake her up for sex. It’s not that she doesn’t want me. She’s a wildcat in bed (or any other place we happen to be when the mood strikes us), but once she falls asleep…forget it.

I gave up on my midnight snack and crawled back into bed. Emma hadn’t moved at all so I snuggled up behind her, arm around her waist, chin on her shoulder. I love looking at her. Her hair is sandy blonde with a few streaks of gray she calls her ‘Lily Munster look.’ Her hazel eyes change from green to brown depending on the light and what she’s wearing. They change with her mood, too. They get dark green when she’s aroused, whether she’s pissed or passionate. I like them both ways.

Our kids are old enough to know they need to knock on our bedroom door before they can come in, so we’ve gone back to sleeping naked every night. I love looking at her naked. She has a woman’s body; soft and curved in all the right places. Emma wished she had a few less curves, but I don’t complain. Her breasts fit right in the palm of my hand. They’re so damn soft I can’t keep my hands off of them. She doesn’t understand my fascination with them. I tried to explain it to her but words failed me.

And then there’s that warm moist spot between her thighs. Definitely want more than my hands in there. I love the way she sighs when I slide my fingers down and around that wet pink stuff. She’s just so much fun to play with. I like to tease her, pinching and pulling and poking, giving her goose bumps while she whimpers and begs for more.

Emma sighed and wiggled her butt into my groin. Oh yeah…here it comes. No doubt about it. That simple, innocent move left me with a boner I just had to do something with. But I know better than to wake her up. I wondered how much I could get away with while she was sleeping.

All on its own (I swear) my hand slid up her ribs and cupped her breast. She moaned and snuggled closer to me, trapping my erection between her butt and my thighs. As I moved away, she rolled on her back, tossing an arm above her head, spreading out like a feast on a banquet table. Under the blanket, her thighs slid apart. I watched her squirm while my thumb stroked her nipple. I could picture her pink lower lips getting swollen and juicy. Oh damn, was I ever hungry. Maybe, if I took just a few nibbles at a time, she would wake up gently and indulge me. Slowly, I pulled the blankets down to her knees, waited to see if she would wake up, then I lay between her legs and started eating my midnight snack.

Sweet, hot…oh yeah…just what I was in the mood for. I licked her pink flesh carefully at first, avoiding my favorite morsel until her appetite matched mine. She moaned in her sleep, spreading her legs more. I kept licking. Moist, sticky…instead of satisfying my craving, her sleep-muddled response fueled my hunger. Nibble nibble, lick lick, slurp, suck. I stayed low, away from her clit so I could savor her fleshy fruit a while longer before she woke up and scolded me.