Drive Me Crazy (an erotic short story)

by Delilah Devlin

  Drive Me Crazy

  Delilah Devlin

  Copyright © 2015 Delilah Devlin

  Kindle Edition

  She’s out for one night of passion in a trucker’s big rig…

  This is a 5000-word erotic short story. It may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!

  For more short stories by Delilah Devlin, check out:

  Big Brass Buckle

  Love in Bloom

  Night at the Wax Museum

  One Track Cowboy

  Red Dawn

  The Obedient Wife

  Two Hot

  And coming soon:

  Catnip

  Dr. Mullaley’s Cure

  Dreaming By the Sea

  Long Ride Home

  Pitch Black

  From the Author

  To those of you who’ve read me before—hello, friends! To new readers, welcome to my world!

  As you’ll discover, I tend to bounce around in different genres, from contemporary to paranormal and sci-fi—all are very sexy, so be warned. I also write in many lengths from short story to full-length novel. If you can’t tell, I love to write. And when a story is fast, it’s short. If my characters need more pages, well, you get the picture. I’m a slave to my muses (I have three—or so three different psychics have told me!).

  I love hearing from readers, have a very active blog and Facebook friend page. I run contests, talk about my favorite TV shows, what I collect, what drives me crazy. I ramble a bit. I’m doing it right now. But if you’d like to learn more about me and what I’m doing or writing about, be sure to check out the “About Delilah Devlin” page after the story.

  And if you enjoy this story, please consider leaving a review on your favorite retail site or simply tell a friend. Readers do influence other readers. We have to trust someone to tell us whether we’ll have fun when we open a new story!

  Sincerely,

  Delilah Devlin

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  About Drive Me Crazy

  From the Author

  Drive Me Crazy

  About Delilah Devlin

  Excerpt from Watch Over Me

  Drive Me Crazy

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  Just a glimpse of him standing in profile, arms crossed over his well-developed chest and leaning his firm round butt against the dispatch counter, was enough to shore up my weakening resolve. Dressed in faded blue jeans, a black, chest-hugging t-shirt, and a red Razorback ball cap turned backwards on his dark shaggy hair, he was every woman’s blue-collar fantasy.

  My mouth dried as I glanced down his tall, muscled frame. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want one night with all that ripped hotness?

  And that’s all it could be—one night. I’d waited until the last possible moment to make my move. The midnight drive to the dispatch office had given me plenty of time to argue my way out of what had seemed like a good plan earlier when I’d realized that the planets had aligned to give me this one last chance to fulfill a long-standing fantasy.

  There’d never been the right moment. For the longest time, I was married. When my husband left me for a younger version of me, Danny had been dating a woman with two kids, and seemed to be heading down a straight road to marriage.

  We’d flirted; he’d issued lazy, playful invitations for dates or a quickie at the Motel 6 down the road. But I’d never detected even a hint of serious interest. If something was going to happen, I had to be the one to make a move. Today had been my last day at Henderson Transport. It was now or never.

  All the reasons why I was crazy to consider this scheme fell away as I ticked through them in my mind:

  He’s too young—He’ll be happy because I won’t have any expectations, I said to myself. Well, none beyond a really good time.

  I’m management and he’s a driver—Midnight had just ticked past, so not true anymore. We were both free agents. Both consenting adults. All he had to do was say yes.

  “You’ll never see him again,” I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my cold hands together. “If he turns you down, you won’t have to live with his smug smile.”

  I sucked in a deep fortifying breath, adjusted the neckline of the red Lycra top to show my breasts to their best advantage, and pushed through the glass door.

  His head turned at the sound, and then he straightened away from the counter and dropped his arms. “You cuttin’ my route, Angel?”

  I gave him a crooked smile. “Think I’d do that and ask you to wait for me here in the middle of the night?”

  His brows drew together, curiosity glinting in his gaze before it dropped to my boobs. I’d worn a bra that pretty much left everything sitting on a shelf. My nipples were outlined against the red, stretchy fabric of my top, the tips spiking because I’d given them a little tweak before I’d exited my car.

  His frown deepened. “What’s this all about Angela?”

  I cleared my throat and tried for a sultry look. “I think you know.”

  He cocked his head and looked me up and down again. Slowly. “You don’t have to hijack a man’s keys to get his attention, sweetheart.”

  I planted my hands on my generous hips. “Apparently, I do, because you sure as shit haven’t followed through on any one of your invitations.”

  His lips twitched. “I thought you flirted like that with all the guys.”

  “You ever see me do it? Even once?”

  His jaw tightened. Fatigue showed in the shadows under his eyes. Stubble clung to his craggy cheeks.

  I felt a momentary twinge of guilt over the fact I was keeping him from his bed, but that was all I’d allow. He was young and hot as hell. If he needed sleep that damn bad, he could tell his latest squeeze to come around another time. Tonight, he was mine.

  “My keys weren’t in the lockbox. I know I left ’em there.”

  “You did indeed,” I said nodding. Then I looked him up and down, making sure he hadn’t mistaken my intent. “Fact is, I have an itch that needs scratchin’ and I’m hopin’ you’ll help me out.”

  I tried to exude more confidence than I felt, but lost my nerve on the return trip up his hard body. I paused and swallowed hard, then gave a little cough to loosen the knot lodging at the back of my throat. When I reached his mouth, he was grinning.

  Shit.

  “Angela, is there somethin’ you want?”

  You, preferably naked and tied spread-eagle on a bed so you can’t stop me nibbling every edible part of you.

  “Angela?”

  “Is there something I want? Yeah, there is.”

  “Then just say it.”

  But I couldn’t. I felt foolish enough. With my cheeks warming with humiliation, I reached into my purse and drew out his key ring. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken this so far.”

  “You made me wait half an hour, when I could have been home, showered and in bed,” he chided brusquely. “You know how long I’ve been out this time.”

  “I know. I arranged the schedule.”

  Still, he didn’t take the keys.

  I took a step toward him and raised my hand higher. This close, I had to tilt my head to maintain the lock on his gray gaze. Take the damn keys.

  But his hands settled on my waist. “I’m still waitin’ for an answer. You want somethin’, sweetheart?” he repeated, his voice lowering to a sexy rumble.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, prayed for courage and that the blush staining my cheeks would fade. It was now or never. We’d never see each other again. My seduction skills were rusty
as hell, but I could do this. “I want you,” I blurted, and then opened my eyes.

  He was wearing that familiar pussy-tightening smirk—one side quirked up, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “Now, was that so hard?”

  “Matter of fact it was.”

  He bent toward me, his gaze narrowing on my mouth, but I turned my face. “Not here. Your rig.”

  His eyebrows shot up, and he pushed me gently back.

  I teetered on my heels for a second.

  “After you,” he said, turning me toward the door leading out to the docks. “You know where I’m docked, and you have a key. Let yourself inside and get comfortable. I’m hittin’ the locker room for a quick shower. I smell like diesel.” He turned on his heel, giving me another view of that backside I’d drooled over for months.

  A moan slipped from my mouth, and I heard a chuckle as he pushed through the door and left me standing weak-kneed in his wake. Was his haste because he feared I’d lose my courage again? I smiled.

  He let me wait a good twenty minutes before the door to his cab opened, and he climbed inside. The scent of plain soap swept into the cab that already smelled like him—musky male, diesel. But since he didn’t smoke and didn’t appear to collect his meals, it smelled pretty good for a trucker’s rig. Light shone from the top of a tall post in the parking lot, illuminating the interior of the cab. Security cameras would record who entered the truck, but hopefully not disclose what we were about to do inside it. Another reason I’d waited until tonight for this. Everyone would be blabbing anyway.

  I sat in the plush leather passenger seat and glanced away as he climbed up into the driver’s seat.

  “Change your mind?” he asked softly.

  “No,” I bit out, a little annoyed that he asked. I wanted him to take the initiative, not seek my approval every step of the way.

  He arched a dark brow. “Then why aren’t you in the back?”

  “Look, you don’t have to feel obligated,” I said, turning to meet his smoky gray gaze. “If you’d rather get some sleep…”

  “I jerked off in the shower.”

  My jaw sagged just a little then snapped closed. “Now, why are you tellin’ me a thing like that?”

  “Because I want you to know how much I want you. Thought I’d take some of the edge off before I came out here. I didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied, darlin’.”

  I swallowed hard, eyeing the taut edge of his jaw, the glint of arousal in his eyes. Maybe that hint of desire was just what I wanted to see, but I didn’t back away when he reached for me.

  He leaned toward me. His hands slid around my back, one gliding up to fist in my hair. He held my head still as he devoured my mouth, lips rubbing over my mouth, his tongue stroking in to mate with mine. He tasted like minty toothpaste. The hands pulling me from my seat were strong, his grip firm. I didn’t hesitate to follow his lead as he helped me rise and straddle his lap.

  My skirt rode up past my hips, and cool air hit my bare cheeks, but I didn’t care. With the steering wheel rubbing my back, I settled over him, gripping his shoulders, at last feeling the muscles I’d admired for so long flex beneath my wandering palms. I tested his hardness, scratched down the deep indent of his spine, raked his scalp with my nails.

  He broke the kiss and pushed me away. Then he tucked his fingers under the top edge of my red shirt and pulled down the stretchy fabric until the neckline cupped the underside of my breasts.

  “Interestin’ bra,” he drawled.

  I glanced down. My nipples and most of my fleshy breasts were exposed, sitting on a shelf of lace and underwire. “I hoped you’d like it,” I said, my voice creaking like a dry hinge.

  Thumbs and forefingers plucked my nipples, pinching and twisting gently, then tugging with more insistence. My heart beats quickened, and blood surged to aching tips, further engorging them.

  I flattened my hands against the back of his head and pulled him toward one spiked tip. I groaned when his mouth latched onto it. He nibbled and licked, bit and rolled.

  I ground down against his lap, against the ridge thickening inside his jeans. I rubbed forward and back, the coarse denim building frictional heat between my legs.

  One of his hands dropped to my ass, and he moaned as his long fingers dug into the skin bared by my thong. “Get into the back.”

  Breathing hard, I stared down. His mouth was blurred and red. His cheeks sharp, expression feral. The hardness in his gaze could have cut diamonds, and again, I didn’t hesitate, no matter that my ass was in his face when I climbed between the seats to the sleeping berth.

  The bed was mussed, the sheets wadded at one end. I lay down on my side and scooted toward the back, waiting until he was clear of the seats and stretching out beside me.

  Only his legs were too long and he lay at a diagonal, crowding my knees. I slid a thigh between his legs and climbed over his body.

  When I sat atop his hips, he smoothed his palms up my torso, rolling up the shirt. When that flew over the seats, he reached around me and expertly opened the clasp of my bra. Without the underwire, I worried that my heavy breasts would sag too much, but he hefted them in his palms, and his breaths deepened.

  “I’ve wanted to suck on these forever.”

  I gave a short, strangled laugh. “I wouldn’t have said no.”

  “Then why’d you wait so long?” he muttered.

  “Why didn’t you make the first move? Are you really that arrogant that you have to have a woman come to you?”

  “Baby, I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

  “Really?”

  He grunted, the sandpaper pads of his thumbs continuing to rasp over my nipples. “You’re pretty. Smart, too. And you have every man drivin’, sniffin’ after you.”

  “But you’re handsome. I bet you don’t get many no’s from women.”

  He arched a brow.

  “Okay, so not handsome like a movie star. But you’re rugged and built like a god. I didn’t think you’d want me.” I drew a deep breath before I admitted my biggest fear. “I’m too old for you.”

  “There’s only eleven years between us.”

  I raised my brows. “How do you know that?”

  “I ate your birthday cake and counted the candles.”

  When he pinched my nipples, I tensed, my eyelids dipping. “I guess eleven years doesn’t really matter,” I gasped, “when all we’re doin’ is screwin’ around.”

  He pinched harder, then holding my gaze, he came up on his elbows and rooted at one of my breasts, sucking the tip, and more, into his mouth. His moan was deep and gravelly. I felt it all the way to my toes.

  My other breast tingled, dimples popping up around the areola, and the tip sprung. I cupped it with my palm to ease the ache, but he pulled my hand away and shook his head, wagging my breast right along.

  I gave a strangled laugh. “So, not sexy.”

  He released my breast. “Got any complaints about my technique?”

  “Maybe about your pacing.” I ground against his erection. “You’re killin’ me here.”

  “Get your clothes off,” he growled.

  “You first.”

  “No way. I’m the guy. I get off on watchin’.”

  I swallowed hard, but I’d asked for this. Wanted for him to take charge, and he had with a vengeance if that hard-eyed look was any indication.

  I slid down beside him and rolled to my back, and then awkwardly tugged off my heels, tossing them between the seats in front of us. Then I shimmied out of my skirt, being careful not to lose the scrap of lace shielding my sex from his hungry gaze.

  Danny slid a finger under the lacy band at my hip, pulled it, and let it go to snap against my skin.

  “Not nice.”

  “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

  “You gonna order me around all night?”

  “I think so,” he murmured. “Seein’ as how it turns you on.” He traced a finger down the lace, right between my folds. He couldn’t miss the moisture soak
ing through the satin.

  When he popped his finger in his mouth for a taste, I pushed my panties down the rest of the way, and then waited as he looked me over.

  Danny traced the edges of my nude outer lips. “Did you do that for me?”

  I shook my head. “I prefer it.”

  “Spread ’em open for me.”

  I reached down and opened my lips, and then held them that way while he fingered the thin inner labia and pushed a long thick digit inside me.

  My pussy clenched around him, and then released. Then squeezed again. A trickle of moisture greeted his invasion, and he quickly pulled out and sat up in the small, cramped space beside me to tug his shirt over her head. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them past his hips—just far enough to free his cock, which sprang free, lifting toward the ceiling of the cab.

  I didn’t wait for him to tell me what he wanted; he was too tight, too quiet, his breaths coming fast. I climbed over his knees and curled down to take him in my mouth while his fingers combed through my hair and framed my face.

  I bobbed down, my lips suctioning, latching around his crown to suckle hard, my tongue swirling over and over his soft, sleek head. I found the slit, teased it with the point of my tongue then swirled again, sinking down his cock to take more of his length, caressing the sides of his thick shaft with my long, slippery glides.

  His hand fisted in my hair and pulled me off. “Thought this was supposed to be your fantasy.”

  I looked up and licked moisture from my lower lip. “Think I haven’t thought about doing this? What it would feel like? How thick and long it would be? I’m just gettin’ acquainted.”

  “Damn. Come on up here.”

  I started to crawl up his body, sliding my chest over his belly, but he shook his head. “No, turn around and sit that bare-nekkid pussy over my mouth.”

  I pressed my lips together to keep the laughter trapped.

  “Not cool enough?” he gritted out.

  “It sounded sort of cheesy.”

  “Didn’t I say it with enough snarl?”