Page 34 of Trick or Treat

He’d specifically moved back to Redemption when he’d heard she and Doug had finally divorced. From what one of his old pals had told him, it had taken her walking in on Doug fucking his secretary in their bed for her to see the light. He was beginning to think the bitch wasn’t worth the trouble. Obviously she couldn’t be too bright if she was willing to repeat the same mistake.

He watched the two lovers pull apart and make their way to his bike. She hopped on the back and soon they were off.

Shit! All those years he spent working to get close to her and he felt like he was back to square one. He’d purposely gotten his schedule to almost perfectly match Lindsey’s their senior year. And it had been a true stroke of luck that she needed tutoring in chemistry. It afforded him time alone with her that didn’t include her girlfriends. When you saw one, you would always see the three of them. They were like the Three Musketeers; fucking joined at the hip.

He’d thought telling her about Doug’s many affairs would have turned her against him, but no, it did not. Doug was too damn slick. He had Lindsey completely convinced that Kurtis was lying so that he could have her. It was true, he was trying to break them up so he could take his shot at her, but he was not lying about all the women.

The downside was the more he told her, the more she clung to Doug. The asshole finally turned Lindsey against him and they’d drifted apart until now.

He thought for sure after they were married the rumors would finally reach her ears and she’d ditch his ass. When it was going on three years and she was still with the man, Kurtis had taken matters into his own hands. He’d paid Doug’s secretary to have an affair with him. It hadn’t been hard. The woman had been wanting to fuck Doug for years. Kurtis’s only stipulation was that she and Doug had to get caught by Lindsey. It worked perfectly. She’d kicked his ass to the curb and divorced him in record time.

Kurtis could remember a time when Lindsey had picked Doug over himself. She’d refused to see what was right in front of her face. She refused to listen to Kurtis’s warnings about the other women. She was being played for a fool and he couldn’t stand watching it any longer. So he’d transferred to a university for his last two years of college and tried to figure out a new plan to get her for himself. It was during his first year away that he’d met a guy who’d taught him many things about women. How they liked to be treated. How they liked to fuck. How they were only good for one thing.

He even took him to a club where for a monthly fee he could join and fuck as many women as he wanted. There had been a wide variety to choose from. Every race, size, age. You name it they had it, or they would find it for you. Sometimes Kurtis noticed that some of the girls that he and his friend hit on at bars ended up working at this club. He asked his friend how that was possible.

His friend said his dad owned the club. They traded women with other clubs like most people traded baseball cards. He told Kurtis if he wanted to earn some extra cash, he’d show him how to spot an easy target and get her working at the club. A job that allowed him an endless supply of sex and get paid for it? Sign him up.

After he’d been in the organization for a few months, he realized what they were actually doing. They were kidnapping women and selling them to whorehouses. Some shit holes, some top dollar.

Being back in Redemption was twofold. He was here to find women to ship to the organization’s warehouse and he intended to win Lindsey over. He hadn’t missed the way she and her friends had checked him out at the restaurant. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he looked damn good now. The only problem he could foresee was the biker she was with tonight. He’d think on it for a bit, but he was sure he could find a way to win her over and leave the biker behind. One way or the other, Lindsey would be his.

8

It took forty-five minutes to get to her house. Forty-five long, tortuous minutes where she’d rubbed her tits against his back. Forty-five minutes of her hands riding low in his lap, slowly rubbing along his hard dick with her thumb. Pulling to a stop in her driveway, he barely gave her time to climb off his bike, before he was grabbing her hand and all but running across her yard and up the steps of her porch.

“Keys.” He held out his hand. He unlocked the door, waved her in, then slammed and locked it behind him. “Get your God damn clothes off now.”

Thank God she didn’t give him any shit. While she was pulling her shirt off and throwing it off to the side, he was sitting on the arm of the couch and yanking his boots off. His throat went dry while watching her shimmy her ass out of her tight jeans. She stood before him in a navy blue lace bra and panties. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.”

“Less talking. More stripping.” She waved at his lack of disrobing. Who was he to deny the lady? Off came his cut that he placed on the back of the couch, then his shirt, and then his boxer briefs and jeans went down at the same time. As he stood he found her now completely naked and staring at his cock. She shocked the shit out of him as she dropped to her knees, took his cock in her small hand and leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip. She swiped up the drop of precum and moaned. Lindsey licked up one side and down the other before she took him in her mouth. Gripping his cock near the base, she took him as far as she could go.

“Holy shit, woman!” He reached for her braid, pulled out the rubberband and worked it all loose so he could bury his hand in her long, silky hair. His legs shoulder-width apart, he flexed his hips to work more of his cock into her mouth. Damn, the woman was really good at that. He held out as long as he could. The moment he felt the imminent need to come, he pulled out. “Stop! No more.”

She frowned up at him, clearly confused. He grabbed for her hands at his hips and pulled her to her feet. “Bedroom.”

She led the way to her room, Trick hot on her tail. She turned a bedside lamp on and started to reach for his cock again. “No.” With a hand in the middle of her chest, he gently pushed until she fell backward, her tits bouncing as she landed. “Scoot over.” He instructed her to move toward the top of the bed, crawling up after her.

With his eyes focused on Lindsey’s, he lowered his head and took a quick lick between her legs. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her eyes grew heavy as she moaned at the feel. He chuckled seeing that she was already wet and ready for him. It was such a turn on knowing he had that effect on her. It seemed only fitting considering she affected him the same way. He ducked his head once again, paying special attention to her swollen nub. He waited until her legs were shaking with excitement, with the need to come, before he crawled up her body and positioned his cock at her entrance. He didn’t give her time to anticipate what it would feel like as he entered her. No, instead, he plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust. Her gasp was one of surprise, not one of pain.

Not wanting her to lose the orgasm she’d been on the verge of having, he immediately set up a fast, steady pace. His thrusts were forceful, demanding that she give into her pleasure. “Oh my God, Trick!” Lindsey threw her head back into the pillows and shouted his name as her orgasm consumed her.

Watching her come apart in his arms, knowing he’d given her such a satisfying orgasm, made something primitive inside him want to stand up and pound on his chest. Ridiculous, yes, but there it was none the less. He leaned up so that his weight was supported on his arms next to her head so she could see what she did to him.

“Fuck, Lindsey. You’re so God damn beautiful. I love how you come all over my dick.” He waited until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. She had her hands gripping his arms tightly as she frantically raised her hips to meet his thrusts. “Keep your eyes open and watch what you do to me.”

He pounded into her warm pussy, his orgasm moments away. “God damn, Lindsey! Feels so good.” He kept his eyes on her and saw exactly when it registered that his pleasure was all because of her. It must have surprised her to see how much she affected him because as soon as he started coming, she came again. He slowly rocked in and out, gently bringing them both down. They were both breathing heavily and staring at the other.

Holy shit. He’d never felt the way he felt when he was lying in Lindsey’s arms. Sure, he’d had orgasms, but never the kind that touched something deep inside of him. It both puzzled him and scared the shit out of him. If given enough time, he could see himself falling for her. And he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that. He was afraid that being with Lindsey would ruin him for all other women.

The smellof fresh brewing coffee slowly penetrated Lindsey’s senses. She came awake little by little, a satisfied smile on her face. She stretched her arms above her head, enjoying every little ache and twinge she’d received courtesy of Trick’s concentrated efforts to bring her to orgasm. She was sore in the most delicious ways from Trick waking her twice last night to have sex. She wasn’t complaining; quite the opposite actually. A woman could die happy after a night like that.

She took care of her morning business, then shuffled back to the bedroom in search of something to wear. She snatched Trick’s t-shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head. No point in getting completely dressed if the last two nights were any indication. After they’d gotten back to her house Friday night, they’d went at each other like horny teenagers. That was the first time. The second and third weren’t much better. To say the sex was off the charts hot would be an understatement. She’d thought sex with him at the clubhouse the first time had been life changing. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Each time they came together, it just got better and better.

She’d surprised herself when she was the one to wake him up Saturday morning with her mouth around his hard cock. He’d woken with a smile on his face and fire in his eyes. Damn, the man had been breathtaking. Just the way he looked at her had her growing wet between her legs. He let her play for a bit, then handed her a condom already out of the wrapper. He waited patiently for her to roll it on, then positioned her so that she was hovering above his cock. “Ride me, baby,” he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly.

He positioned himself at her entrance and held his breath while watching her slowly lower herself down his length. She didn’t stop until she’d taken all of him. Her head dropped back, her long hair touching his thighs as she started to move. She began slow and sweet, taking her breasts in her hands, and pinching her own nipples. He groaned his appreciation, but stilled her movements when she tried to take him faster. With his hands on her hips, he rocked her back and forth, driving her need higher and higher. Her breathing began to come faster and shallower as her excitement grew. She ran her hands through her hair, then along the side of her face, down her neck and settled them on his chest. His thumb found her clit and applied pressure while working it in circles. That’s all it took and she was coming apart at the seams. He followed right along with her, his fingers digging into her hips and groaning her name. Completely wrung out, she collapsed on top of him, her face buried in his neck.

She could feel his chest rumble beneath her and knew he was laughing.

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