The Devil Made Me Do It

―As you wish. I gave him a ?later babe‘ grope on his ass and strolled toward the store.

―Did you find him? Kevin was still all alone.

―Right where I wanted him.

―Um…ok. Kevin waved as I walked out the door.

―Have a great night.

I just laughed.



A Quickie:

Lunch Date

―Hi honey! I‘m home. Jack Callahan walked through the back door into the kitchen, tossed his briefcase on the counter, and loosened his tie. He loved living so close to the office. The short commute allowed him to come home for lunch every day.

―Hi sweetie! April Callahan bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. ―What do you want for lunch?

―You. Jack pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. ―You‘re a little tease.

―Me? Her wide blue eyes batted up at him.

―You knew what you were doing when you woke me up late this morning. Growling, he nibbled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. ―Prancing around the bedroom in that scrap of silk you call pajamas.

April tugged at his tie, pulling him down for another kiss, slipping her tongue just past his lips, then pulling back when he tried to capture it. ―I hit the snooze button one too many times. I‘m sorry.

He slid his hand under her shirt and unhooked her bra. ―No you‘re not. Your little performance gave me a raging woody, and you knew I didn‘t have enough time to do anything with it. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, her bra landing on top of it. ―I‘ve been suffering all morning and now you‘re going to pay for it.

She laughed as he lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs so her skirt slid up to her waist.

―Now I‘m getting exactly what I wanted, she purred, running her fingers through his hair. She pulled his face between her breasts and he latched on to one, suckling her nipple while she unzipped his pants. The

erection he complained about pushed into her waiting palm, and she stroked it. His moan vibrated her nipple, making her giggle and squirm in his arms.

―Sit still, woman. Jack pulled her g-string panty to one side and dropped to his knees. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned back on her hands as he nibbled a fiery trail up her inner thighs.

April trembled when his tongue touched her wet *. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted—what she needed. Her hips rocked against his mouth, demanding more. Sizzling sparks of pleasure spun along her spine, and her thighs clenched tight around his head as he slipped his fingers inside her. He stroked her inside and out, twisting, turning, drawing circles on her moist pink flesh. She bit her lip, muffling a scream. The kitchen door was still open, and the neighbors were in their backyard.

But April didn‘t care. ―Oh Jack! she gasped as his tongue swirled around the pulsing bud at her center.

His lips closed over it, suckling her into white-hot oblivion.

Jack looked up and glanced at the clock. ―My lunch hour is almost over, honey, and I have a meeting at one.

―Then don‘t waste any time. She slid off the counter and pulled down her panties. Turning around, she bent over and wiggled her naked bottom against his rigid cock.

―Will you hold still? he groaned, thrusting inside her. Satisfaction at last, he sighed. His wild little wife drove him crazy all morning, and now it was time to return the favor. Skin slapped against skin, and the friction between them sparked then flared to roaring life. Jack pushed his fingers between her legs and stroked her *, smiling when she moaned.

April lay with her cheek pressed to the cool countertop, grinding back against him—harder, deeper—

trying to reach that spot that would send her over the edge and back again. Harder, faster—oh right there—

again! ―Right there, right there—that‘s it! That‘s it!



April‘s squeals turned into an all-out scream, turning the neighbors‘ heads as Jack‘s cries drowned out hers.


Beep…beep…beep…. April rolled over and slapped the snooze alarm again. Dammit! Always during the best part. She groaned and looked at the clock. She heard her husband snore and realized the alarm hadn‘t fazed Jack at all. She smiled and got out of bed, slipping into her favorite silk nightie. ―Sleep well, sweetheart. You have a lunch date.



A Quickie:

Late for Work

I love my morning shower. I love it even more since I bought a handheld shower massage—ahhhh. I was testing it this morning, adjusting the spray, making sure it reached all the right spots, and I got a little carried away. The shower spray caressed me gently, but I wasn‘t in the mood for gentle. So, I turned on the strongest massage setting. Yeah baby…much better.

The pulsing spray pounded my slippery skin. I lifted one foot to the tub ledge and leaned back against the wall, letting the showerhead do all the work while my imagination filled in the details. When I closed my eyes, my favorite fantasy lover was on his knees in front of me, and a thousand tongues assaulted me. My hips danced in response to the relentless rhythm, thrusting, grinding, seeking…. And then, I was on my knees, dripping from head to toe—and every place in between. Shivering, shaking, and sweating, I fumbled for the faucet and turned off the water.

Dammit, I was going to be late for work. Not a good day because my boss would be in the office and I‘m always in demand when he‘s there.

My husband, Richard, was still sound asleep, even though I heard the alarm go off at least once.

Throwing open our closet, I found my favorite dress and tossed it on the bed for later. The clock ticked away another minute while I put on my hot peach bra and matching g-string. I gave the puppy her favorite chew toy to get her away from my ankles then hurried into the bathroom.

I was bent over blow-drying my hair upside down when the door from the master bedroom opened and

my naked husband walked in. He reached for my back, tracing my rose tattoo with his fingertips before sliding his hand over my bottom.

―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 * 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 *.

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 *, 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.



Playing Rough

―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. ―F*ck me, baby. He tugged at her thong. ―F*ck 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 p-ssy and stroked her * 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 *.

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 f*cked.

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 f*cked.

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.


Now who‘s the tease? Rachel thought. She bit her lip, not about to let him think she was enjoying this.

But if he didn‘t get it in her soon…. ―Oh!

James found the exact right spot and thrust in hard. He grabbed her hips and yanked her ass back against him as he shoved his cock in harder. Harder, harder, harder, and then stop. Pull out slow…and then shove it in hard. Slow…hard!

Rachel hung on to the rail and used it to thrust back at him. She wasn‘t trying to get away this time.

Being bent over like that rubbed her just the right way, and it didn‘t take long until she was shaking and sweating, begging him to make her cum.

―You‘ll cum when I say so. He pulled out to make his point.

―Oh! Please…. Rachel pleaded.

James couldn‘t take much more either. He slid inside her, angled his cock just the right way, and f*cked her like the bad boy she fantasized about. She came right before he did.

―Is that the best you can do? Rachel panted, laughing.

What the hell? He thought that was pretty good.

―Come here. He untied her and tossed her on the bed.

Using what was left of her dress, he tied her ankles to the bedposts and tangled her arms in his shirt, pinning them above her head. Then he blindfolded her with his tie. He kneeled between her spread legs and

hesitated for just a split second, wondering if he went too far. But she hadn‘t used the safe words so he smiled and leaned over her.

Rachel caught her breath as his mouth hovered over her, moving slowly over her body. His lips brushed her thigh—barely—and then he moved away and she couldn‘t feel him any more. She didn‘t know where he was. She didn‘t know what he was going to do next. Oh. My. God. What a turn on! Not being able to see heightened her other senses. His touch was intensified. She could feel him in so many ways. She heard his body slide across the sheets when he moved toward her. She could smell sweat and sex. Their game had changed from physically intense to sensually intense, but Rachel liked the unexpected switch.

He kissed her thigh, so she expected him to kiss the other one, but no. His lips closed over her nipple instead. She thought she figured out his pattern, but he surprised her again when his lips touched her neck. Oh my…and then his fingers played between her spread legs. She gave up trying to predict his next move and just enjoyed the uncertainty.

James wanted to take full advantage of the blindfold. Keeping her guessing about where he was going to touch and kiss her was good, but it wasn‘t enough.

What else could he do to her? He glanced around the room and found something interesting. ―Don‘t go away, baby.

The mattress moved and Rachel knew James was no longer on the bed. She listened. She heard footsteps, cabinets being opened and closed, glasses or bottles clinking together. Seemed like an odd time to make a drink. The mattress sank under his weight.

―What are you doing?

―You tell me.

Something cool and wet rolled around her nipple, first one, then the other. Then James licked the wetness off, slowly, turning her nipples into aching

little peaks. He touched her lips with it and she tasted it with the tip of her tongue. Sweet.

James gently pushed it into her mouth. ―Eat it.

Sweet, juicy, round, firm. ―A cherry.

―Very good. Now tell me what this is.

A drop of liquid splashed on her belly and James licked it off. Another drop landed on her lips.

Ooo…sour. ―A lime. A different larger splash pooled between her breasts. He sipped it from her skin then kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth to make sure she got a taste. ―Vodka, Rachel said. ―Are you mixing a drink on me?

James chuckled. ―There‘s just one thing missing.

Something cold, hard, and dripping wet slid down her body from her throat to her *. ―Ice. Rachel shivered and tried to pull her legs closed but her bonds wouldn‘t give. The ice cube slipped lower and melted in seconds when it contacted her hot flesh. The cold felt almost painful but, at the same time, it was…ooo…yes.

Another ice cube circled her nipples, dripping down her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, begging for more.

James suckled one and teased the other with the ice cube. Her back ached. ―More.

―What‘s the word?

Word? What word? ―Please.

He waited.

―Now?

He stopped touching her.

Oh. ―Green, she breathed.

James smiled against her skin as he slid the ice cube down her body and followed it with his tongue.

He teased her * with the ice until she squealed, and then he heated her with his mouth. The ice melted fast as he slid it into every crease and fold. He pushed the last little sliver inside her where it melted completely. But it wasn‘t until he warmed her p-ssy with his tongue that Rachel got goose bumps.

Rachel raised her hips to his mouth as he settled between her tied spread legs. The ice cooled her flesh,

but his tongue heated her blood. Her body shivered then trembled as his fingers pushed inside her, thrusting and twisting, while his tongue covered her *. Heat shot through her limbs and she cried out, arching off the bed. Her * throbbed under his tongue. It was too much. She tried to pull away from him but he held her down and made her cum again and again. It was good…so good. And yet, she wanted something more. ―F*ck me, James. F*ck me now.

That wasn‘t how their game was supposed to be played. He was supposed to be the one in control. But he was too close to losing control to argue with her. In one quick, violent motion he was on top of her, pounding into her. He was amazed at how quickly she came again. But he wasn‘t finished with her. James untied her ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders, driving in deep. Rachel gasped and squirmed under him, twisting her hips in ways that brought him to the edge and back again. If she moved like that one more time…. ―F*ck, Rachel! F*ck!

Rachel lost count of her orgasms. Four? Six? Or was it one long continuous ride? ―Oh god! Oh James.

Red. Red!

Red? What the– His eyes flew open as he suddenly realized what that meant. ―Did I hurt you, baby? He pulled out and untied her, holding her close.

―No, I‘m fine. I just couldn‘t possibly have any more orgasms. I asked you to stop but you didn‘t hear me, so I said red.

―I guess the safe word did its job. Snapped me right out of it. James collapsed next to her.

Rachel giggled and curled up in his arms. ―Maybe next time you won‘t be so worried about playing rough. She could see wicked thoughts dancing in his eyes.

―Next time, baby, your ass is mine.