Page 11 of Trick or Treat

Lindsey feltlike the world’s biggest clutz. Between her heel sticking in the dirt, tripping over things she couldn’t see and having an extremely pleasant buzz going, Trick probably thought it was her lame attempt to seduce him. His upturned smirk suggested he wasn’t blind to the effect he had on her. A woman would have to be completely blind not to fall victim to the man’s sex appeal.

Feeling bold, she slipped her hand behind his neck and pulled him down so she could gently press her lips to his, testing the waters. With that small contact, it was like a fuse had been lit inside him. He immediately took over the kiss, slipping his tongue inside to dance with hers. He backed her up against the wall and settled one hand in her hair and the other on her lower back, pulling her close enough so that she couldn’t mistake how turned on he was right now. Holy cow! If the very hard package digging into her stomach was any indication, she was in for a heck of a ride. Her heart raced in her chest as the kiss grew from tentative to smoldering in no time. She was unable to hold back the moan as his mouth left hers to burn a path along her neck. She’d been drinking a lot tonight, more than she usually did, but not so much that she didn’t know where things were heading. In fact, if he stopped right now, she thought she might just die.

Cami had been right. Her ex had been a super dud in bed. She’d been married to him for three years and never once had they tried anything other than the very vanilla missionary position. If they would have had sex before they’d gotten married, she would have figured it out and probably never married him. It would have saved her three years of having to fake orgasms.

For some crazy reason she couldn’t even remember now, she’d thought it was important to go into her marriage as a virgin. Even though she never had sex before their wedding night, she’d read enough books to know there were more positions than what Doug was willing to try. Hell, he wouldn’t even let her be on top.

So, yes, her friend was right. She needed to get laid. And she would die to have someone rock her world and ruin her for all other men. Just once she wanted to be like Cami—daring, bold, adventurous, taking what she wanted with no regrets. She wanted to live her life free of guilt for wanting something more out of her life than her eight-to-three job and going home to an empty house.

With all that in mind, when Trick leaned down to kiss her—and holy hell what a kiss!—she decided to go for it. She kissed him like she’d always wanted to kiss someone. Every time she’d gotten “carried away” with Doug, he’d put the brakes on things and tell her she was being too aggressive.

Trick had her pinned to the wall, his front pressed against her front. The feel of his hardness against her had her panties growing wet just thinking about how his huge cock could wreck her. She pulled back from their kiss, their foreheads touching, their panting breaths mingling. “She’s right, you know.”

“What? Who’s right?” Trick’s eyes were lit from within. There was no mistaking the fire and intent burning in their coal black depths.

“Cami. She’s right. I do need to get laid.” Lindsey couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her mouth. She bit her bottom lip. Too late now to take them back, not that she ever would.

“Fuck me,” he growled against her lips. “Here or inside for the first time?”

For the first time? Did he plan on doing it more than one time? Was that even physically possible? Her ex was only ever good for one round and eight out of ten times he finished before she did. And he always told her it was her fault because she was too tense.

“Here.” She didn’t want to give herself time to talk herself out of this. She didn’t want to think about the fact that she was going to have sex with a man she’d just met maybe fifteen minutes ago. Cami trusted the men of the SORMC, so she would, too. She’d be freaking out right now if she didn’t know she’d never see him again after tonight.

Trick growled again before dropping to his knees. Raising her shirt above her boobs, he opened the front closure of her lacy black bra. She watched, mesmerized as he licked and sucked one nipple then the other. A moan slipped free and her hands found their way into his thick blond hair. “God, Trick, that feels good.” Again, this was something her ex never did. He moaned in agreement, his head tipping back, his glittering eyes focused on her as his tongue swept out and licked the tight little bud.

My God, he was beautiful. Already the man had her more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. He laid a trail of kisses down her stomach to right above where her skirt circled low on her hips.

She bit into her lip nervously, wondering what he would do next. He didn’t make her wait to find out. He bunched up the sides of her skirt and pushed the ends up to tuck into her sides. He stopped for a moment to take in her sheer black thong. There was no way he couldn’t see that she was bare beneath. Never in her life had she done something so daring as when she went to the spa in town and had them wax her girlie parts. Holy hell did that hurt.

Trick’s whispered “fuck me” made her happy she’d had the courage to do it. His gaze was riveted on what lay beneath the sheer material. “Beautiful.” Hearing the appreciation of her spur of the moment decision, Lindsey decided it was worth it after all. He pulled the scrap of fabric down her legs and helped her step out of it. He bit his lip, then cast a quick glance up her body. Slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he lowered his mouth to her pussy and licked. “Oh my God.” Her legs were shaking and he’d only licked her once. Oh yeah, so worth it.

He eased one of her legs over his shoulder and settled in to feast. There was no other way to describe what he was doing between her legs. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels so good.” Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him where she wanted him. Quickly, she found her hips moving in time with his ministrations. When he pulled back for a moment, she cried, “Please don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He inserted a finger, then settled his mouth between her legs again. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven until he added another finger and picked up the pace of fucking her. It was when he reached up and pinched a nipple with his free hand that she shattered. “Oh, God, Trick!” she groaned loudly.

God damnthe woman was so responsive. He didn’t think she had much experience with fucking from the look of shock on her face when he started going down on her. And the way she begged him not to stop led him to believe her last partner didn’t know what the hell he was doing. Any man who obviously didn’t care enough about his partner to make sure she got hers should never be allowed to fuck again.

He couldn’t take it anymore. All those sexy noises she was making had him dying to get inside her. Hooking one of her legs over his hip, he lined his throbbing cock up at her entrance and eased himself inside with a small flex of his hips. He thought she’d been tight around his finger, but her pussy around his cock was even tighter. He was only halfway inside before he had to stop and give her time to adjust to his size. His face was buried in her neck as he held her still. When she started to squirm he pushed in a little farther. Enter and retreat, over and over until he was buried balls deep. Fuck, she was tight. A fine sheen of sweat beaded his brow from the effort it was taking to go slow.

“Condom!” Lindsey demanded in a panic.

“Already took care of that. We’re good.” He pulled his head from her neck and checked to see how she was doing. She surprised him when she pulled his head down to hers, taking what she wanted. For someone who wasn’t sure what she was doing, the woman could kiss like no one he’d ever kissed before. She was also getting impatient. She pushed him away far enough to say, “Fuck me, Trick. Please.”

“Hold on, baby.” He kept her leg anchored at his hip and his other hand settled at her waist on the other side. Trick felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. The woman had the tightest pussy he’d ever felt. It pulsed and pulled at his cock, trying to get him to give up his cum, but he wasn’t ready yet. He pulled back and thrust forward slowly a couple of times just to drown in the feel of her pussy. “Fuck me, you feel so good. So tight.”

Lindsey giggled. “That’s what a year of no sex will get you.”

“A year?”

“Yeah. It’s been six months since my ex left and it was six months before that that we’d had sex. Well, maybe it was sex for him. I didn’t really get anything out of it.”

Trick’s strangled laugh broke free as he pulled back enough to see her face. From what he could see, her face was flushed and her eyes were dilated. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and the more he fucked her, the more her legs started to shake. She was getting close. It wouldn’t take much more to set her off again. “You ready for number two?”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“You ready to come again?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He picked up his pace and hammered her into the wall.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Her eyes clenched tight and her head went back. If he hadn’t been quick enough, her head would have connected with the concrete wall instead of his hand. “Oh, fuck! It feels so good!” she shouted as her orgasm tore through her.

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