Page 20 of Trick or Treat

“Do you ever think about that night?” Trick whispered in her ear. She seemed to hesitate, so he said, “I do. I think about it all the time. I think about how you tasted on my tongue.” Ever so slowly, he began to gather her skirt and drag it up her leg. “I think about how you came groaning my name as I fucked you against the wall.” His hand trailed across her leg, moving down until his finger came in contact with lace panties. “Mmm. You’re killing me here.”

“Trick. I don’t think this is supposed to happen at a parent/teacher conference. It’s not appropriate,” Lindsey whispered at the same time her hands came to rest on his shoulders.

“I also remember how your pussy milked my cock when you came in my bed, screaming my name.” He smiled against her neck as he grazed his teeth across the soft skin beneath her ear. He felt her shiver in his arms. Her responses only spurred him on.

“Oh God.” Lindsey groaned as her forehead hit his chest.

“Take me out of my pants,” he ordered as his finger slipped beneath the lace and then into her already wet pussy. He felt her fumbling with his belt then his button and zipper. He felt her small hand dip inside his pants and pull his hard cock free. He hissed as her fingers moved softly from base to tip. “Pull the condom out of my front pocket.”

Lindsey’s small hand delved into his pocket and pulled out the condom.

He took it from her, tore it open with his teeth and commanded, “Put it on me.”

With shaking hands, Lindsey did as she was told. The touch of her soft hands on his throbbing flesh was almost too much. Listening to his commands without questions was a huge turn on. Pushing her hands away, he stepped back far enough to pull her panties down her legs and help her step out of them. He put them in his pocket as he stood back up, taking in the sight of her smooth, bare pussy. It was hotter than hell.

“Put your foot up on your chair and open for me.” She did as she was told, opening wide for him. He cupped her ass with one hand, while he got himself wet with her juices, then lined himself up and entered her in one slow, smooth flex of his hips. He had to stop and compose himself at the feel of her inner muscles already pulling at him. “Fuck me, you feel so damn good.”

“If you’re gonna fuck me, Trick, then move.” He did as she asked, eliciting a deep groan of satisfaction from her.

“You good, Lindsey?” he asked against her neck.

“Yes. God yes.” She dropped her head backward, her eyes closed tight.

“This is gonna be hard and fast this time, babe.” She mumbled her agreement right before his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss. He pulled back to see her face as he pounded into her. The position he had her in ensured that the base of his cock hit her clit with every stroke. He could feel her tightening around him and knew she was close. She was always so damn responsive. “Open your eyes, Lindsey. Look at me,” he commanded.

She leveled her gaze on him, biting into her bottom lip. He loved the way her eyes were glazed with passion. They widened all of a sudden and he could feel her pussy clamp down on his cock. He slammed his mouth down on hers to smother her cries as she shattered in his arms. He could feel the tremors racing through her body, her leg threatening to give out. He grabbed her ass with both hands, half holding her up and powered into her until he was groaning his own release against her neck. He took a moment to catch his breath before he could ease her leg to the floor. She was still impaled on him, her legs on either side of his lap, her head resting on his shoulder as he managed to take a seat in the wooden chair behind him. The only sound in the room was them trying to get their breathing under control. He wondered for a moment if she’d passed out, she was so quiet.

“Fuck, woman. You wreck me.” His hand smoothed down her back over and over. He felt exactly when it hit her that she’d just had sex in her classroom with one of her students’ parents by the way her back stiffened.

“Oh my God, I cannot believe we just had sex in my classroom while the door was unlocked. Anyone could have come in.” She pulled back, a horrified look on her face.

“Okay, that last part aside, you gotta admit that was fucking amazing.” Hands at her waist, he helped her regain her feet. She worked at smoothing down her skirt, her face glowing bright red for a completely different reason now. By the way she avoided making eye contact with him, he knew she already regretted what they’d just done and for some reason that did not sit well with him.

He stood and stuffed himself back in his pants before he reached out and touched her arm. “Lindsey. Look at me.”

“Have you seen my panties? I need my panties. I can’t chance walking around with a wet spot on the back of my skirt. Oh God. Where are they?” Lindsey was searching all around her desk and chair, coming up empty.

“Lindsey. Babe. Look at me.” He lifted her face to focus on him. “They’re right here.” He twirled the little scrap of white lace on his finger until she snatched them out of his hand so fast, it was a wonder she didn’t take his finger with her.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.” She stepped one high-heeled foot into her panties and then the next, shimmying them up her legs.

“I sure as fuck hope not.”

“This was a mistake.”

The thought that she would do this with anyone else in the past, present or future didn’t sit well with him at all. In fact, it flat out pissed him off. Why it pissed him off, he had no idea. It wasn’t like she was his woman or anything. Hell, until just now, they’d only had sex once. Well, one night, but many times. He didn’t take the time to analyze the reason for why he chose to completely ignore the fact that she said she thought what happened between them was a mistake. In his mind he knew she was right, but somewhere in his chest, he couldn’t disagree more. Fuck, this woman had him messed up.

She paused momentarily in her fretting long enough to let him know with her disgusted frown that she didn’t appreciate his tone or his comment. “No. I have never done this before.” She dropped down to her chair, rested her elbows on her desk and buried her face in her hands. “I am so fired.”

“No, you’re not. No one came in and saw us and unless you plan on confessing to your boss, there is no way for anyone to find out. I don’t mind anyone knowing we fucked in here, but because you do, I would never tell anyone either.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Now, tell me about my son.”

Holy shit!Lindsey couldn’t believe she’d just had sex with Trick in herclassroom!

What had she been thinking? Obviously she hadn’t been thinking at all. One look at Trick, one touch from him and she was like putty in his hands. Her head said “No. Danger! Danger!” but her body said “Yes please! Give me more!” She mentally slapped her forehead and tried to think about what kind of job she’d like to do after she got fired from teaching when her principal found out. Shit! Could she go to jail for what just happened?

“No, you are not going to jail,” Trick reassured her.

She frowned. “Did I just say that out loud?”

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