The Devil Made Me Do It (14 page)

“
Settle down, John. You’re getting a little carried away.” Erin raised an eyebrow at her husband as his elbow bounced off her ribs.

He gave her a blank stare, wondering for a moment if she knew what he was thinking. The twinkle in her eye made him wonder if she would like what he was thinking. Testing his theory, he leaned close to her, barely touching his lips to her ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Erin caught her breath. “Oh–”

“
Hey Erin!” Jenna’s husband, Mike, laughed at her from across the table. “Remember what Mel did to you at your birthday party?”

She twisted in her seat and gave the man a sharp glare. “Only too well.” He seemed to shrink under her gaze. “And thank you so much for bringing it up,” she said with a gracious but chilly smile.

Nothing excited John more than watching his wife put a creep in his place. “Well done, baby.” He touched her leg, slipping his fingers under the hem of her skirt and caressing her thigh from outside to inside and back again.

Erin turned back to him, eager to resume their previous intimate conversation, but Brian already had John distracted. The calloused tips of his fingers teased her smooth thigh, drawing a moist response from between her legs. Her heartbeat was still off kilter since his whispered challenge, and she desperately hoped she was driving him as crazy as he was her.

“
Who’s ready for some cake?” Brian clapped his hands and rubbed them together, grinning meaningfully at Erin.

A chorus of agreement rose around the table. “I take it everyone wants ice cream, too,” Erin said as she stood. She ordered Melissa to stay put and walked to the kitchen alone.

John seized the opportunity. “Let me help you with that, honey.” He scrambled after her. She already had the ice cream out and was stacking plates and forks on a serving tray when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her neck, and pinning her against the counter.

“
Oh Erin,” he grunted, sliding his hands up her ribs to massage her breasts. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

Erin smiled. That was exactly what she wanted. But not yet. “Help me take these plates out to the deck.”

“
Sure,” he breathed, grinding his hardened cock against her bottom.

His hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine, and, for a moment, Erin was tempted to give in, especially when his tongue touched her ear. She melted into him, turning in his arms to kiss him. Their hungry mouths met and feasted on each other. Erin gave him just a taste of the passion simmering inside her, whetting his appetite for more.

He lifted her skirt, hardly surprised when he touched wet panties. John smiled, remembering how he used to make her come just by stroking her through her clothes. Maybe he could do that to her now. She squirmed as his longest finger slid down the center of the fabric, dragging damp silk against her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders. One long leg wrapped around his waist as he caressed her, making silky circles with the fabric. Oh hell, John groaned, she’s climbing all over me. Why make her wait?

“
Cake…” she panted as he pushed her panties to one side and sent his fingers gliding into her slick folds. She needed to do something with the cake, but she couldn’t remember what.

“
Just give me two minutes.” He almost had his belt unbuckled.

That was a cold splash in the face. “I’d like more than two minutes.”

“
Three then.” Zip.

“
John.” Erin fought to resist. Her hand found its way into his open jeans and stroked him. He was so hard and hot for her. She could let him take her now and….

“
Yeah baby?”

And it would be all over in a matter of seconds. Besides, if he was opening her buttons instead of tearing them off, he wasn’t quite ready for what she had in mind. “John.”

“
Erin.”

“
The ice cream is melting.”

“
Let it melt. I’ll dribble it over your nipples and lick it off.”

“
Ooo….” That mental image and accompanying quivers nearly changed her mind. “No.”

“
Yes.”

“
Not now.”

“
Right now.”

She reached between his legs and zipped him up.

“
Hey! Be careful with that. You almost got me.”

“
It’s time to serve the cake.” With unsteady hands, she picked up the cake box and handed to him.

He wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. “Let me smear this cake all over your body and–”

She smashed her finger against his lips. “Go. Outside. Now.” If he kept making those delicious suggestions, she wouldn’t be able to resist him for long.

John gaped at her as she set the ice cream carton on top of the cake box.

“
Go on. I’ll bring out the dishes.”

His lip curled and his eyes raked her with such lusty promise she actually trembled. “You’re going to pay for this.” He turned and stalked out to the deck.

“
I’m counting on it.”

“…
Happy birthday, dear Melissa, happy birthday to you!” Melissa took a deep breath, paused, and blew out all thirty candles at once.

“
You’re getting your wish,” someone shouted.

Standing behind her, Brian grinned. “She already did.”

“
Oh yes.” Turning, Melissa cast a naughty smile at her husband. “Maybe now you’ll get yours.”

Laughter turned into hoots and howls as Brian wrapped his arms around the birthday girl and bent her back over the picnic table, kissing her until she was blushing and breathless. Touching the tip of his nose against hers, he smiled into her eyes. “I have everything I’ve ever wished for and more.”

Ignoring the cheering guests, Melissa slid her arms around his neck. “That deserves another kiss.”

Brian’s eyes lit up.

“
And more when we get home.”

“
Mmm…have I got a package for you.” Brian winked and kissed her.

“
Um…excuse me, Mel,” Erin elbowed her blissful sister in the ribs. “You’re squashing the cake.”

“
Oops.” Melissa giggled and Brian picked her up, moved to a comfortable chair, and settled her in his lap while Erin and Jenna served cake and ice cream.

“
None for me, thanks,” John said as Jenna passed a plate to him. Watching Brian and Mel was enough to make him lose his appetite. Besides, he’d rather eat cake and ice cream off Erin’s luscious plate. He was sure he had his chance in the kitchen, but somehow she slipped away from him. If she didn’t give it up soon, he was going to do something desperate. Having Erin flat on her back on the picnic table was looking better and better all the time. He closed his eyes and saw her skirt hiked up to her waist, her ankles around his neck, his rock hard cock pounding between her thighs, birthday cake spread across her breasts….

“
Do you want to eat my frosting?”

“
Huh?” John’s beer almost flew out of his hand at the sound of Erin’s voice. She was standing in front of him, holding out a plateful of frosting.

“
It’s too sweet for me. I thought you might like it.” She scooped some of it onto her fork and offered it to him.

Setting down his Bud, he crooked his finger at her. Leaning forward, she let him whisper in her ear. “Only if I can eat it off your nipples.”

Erin’s eyes grew wide and even darker than usual.

“
I don’t want any frosting.” John grabbed her arms and pulled her against his body. “But I will have you for dessert tonight.”

She caught her breath in a rush and stepped back. “You’re a devil,” she whispered at him.

“
Damn right.”

Was that a challenge in his tone? “I like that,” she purred, making sure he knew she didn’t disapprove.

He slid next to her, slipping his arms around her waist while he blocked their guests’ view with his body. “What d’ya say we blow off this party and go find someplace where I can, um….” His heart was pounding so hard he could barely think. “Yank that dress off and fuck you for an hour or two.” Crude but to the point.

Oh my god, he was getting the idea. Could she push him just a little bit more? Erin stepped out of his embrace. “But we’re the hosts,” she reminded him, feigning an indifference she did not feel.

“
Oh yeah.” His patience was running out. Lust ruled him, making it impossible to think of anything but sating his desires. He didn’t care how or where—it just had to be soon.

Erin got the distinct impression she was going to get laid right then and there if she didn’t disappear in a hurry. She had no desire to make a spectacle of herself again, so she used her hostess duties as an excuse and hurried to the kitchen.

“
What’s the matter with her?” Brian met John at the beer cooler, watching Erin nearly run into the house.

John smiled. “I think I just called her bluff.”

“
Great party, Erin,” Mike said as he and Jenna stood by the front door. “But Melissa throws a better one. We didn’t get to see your–”

All Erin had to do was throw the man a nasty look and he shut up quick.

Jenna said goodbye to Melissa and hurried Mike to their car.

John enlisted Brian to help him usher out the remaining guests.

“
You called her bluff?” Brian didn’t get it. He pulled John away from the crowd at the door.

John smiled, watching Erin play the perfect hostess. “She’s been playing with me all day, stringing me along by the balls until I finally caught on to her game.”

“
What game?”

“
Erin and Melissa do think alike.”

A light went on in Brian’s eyes and an evil grin twisted his lips. “Go get her.”

“
I intend to.” John’s hormones were simmering under Erin’s supervision all day and they were ready to boil over. “As soon as you get Melissa out of here.”

“
Done.”

Melissa waved goodbye to her friends and closed the door. “Do you want me to help you clean up?”

“
No.” John spoke up before Erin could open her mouth. “It’s your birthday. Go home and enjoy it.”

“
I was going to ask them to stay for drinks,” Erin frowned at him. She wanted to make him wait just a bit longer.

“
Thanks, but no,” Brian smiled and pulled Melissa toward the door. “We have our own plans.”

“
We do?” Melissa didn’t remember any.

“
We do now.” Knowing what his brother-in-law had in mind suddenly inspired Brian.

“
Ooo….” Melissa giggled and waved goodbye as Brian dragged her out the door.

John closed the door and locked it behind them. Smiling like the devil, he turned to his wife and found her walking out to the deck to clean up. “Erin?”

She was standing at the picnic table, pretending to clear the dishes while she waited to see what he would do. “I’ve got to put this cake away.” The simple statement came out in a breathless rush of anticipation.

“
Later.” No more waiting. He wanted her now, and by god, he was going to take her now.

John grabbed Erin’s arm and spun her around. Their eyes locked and they both held their breath. Ever so slowly, he reached out and threaded his fingers through her thick black hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. She never felt so vulnerable. He never felt so powerful.

His barely restrained control snapped, and his mouth came down on hers with a violent passion neither of them expected. The unleashed strength in his embrace nearly crushed Erin, and she instinctively raised her hands to push against his chest. She turned her head away, fearing she pushed him too far. He devoured her throat, biting a path from her chin to her shoulder, then lingering there. His fingers found the buttons on her back, but he fumbled with them. Frustrated, he grabbed her collar and tore her dress apart, scattering buttons over the wood deck. The light cotton garment ripped easily and in a matter of seconds, she standing breathless in her bra and panties.

Heart pounding, unable to move, Erin gasped at the wild lust in her husband’s eyes. He was going to take her—ravish her—there was no doubt about that. Was this what she wanted? John grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him, jamming his knee between her thighs, grinding his leg against her mound. Her senses ignited.

Oh my god yes.
This was exactly what she wanted.

Erin was so thrilled by his fierce reaction she almost forgot to resist. “I have to do the dishes.”

His arm swept across the table, leaving only the cake and a few stray beer bottles still standing. “Dishes are done.”

“
Ohhhh….”

He fell on top of her, pushing her down on the picnic table the way he imagined doing it all day. Her feet came up on the bench, and he pushed her knees apart. Standing between her splayed thighs, he scowled at the scrap of silk covering her, separating them. It had to be removed. Elastic snapped as he ripped the cloth away, leaving her pussy naked and exposed.

And hungry. Erin’s body reacted on its own, drawing John’s hand to her like a magnet. Two fingers stroked hard and fast inside her, while his thumb rubbed furiously over her clit. Flames raced along her limbs, licking and tormenting her flesh. Erin moaned and stretched, lifting her hips off the table to beg for more.