Page 35 of Trick or Treat

“What?” she whispered.

“Nothing. Just thinking that was a hell of a way to wake up. I could do that every morning and never get tired of seeing you ride me.” He brushed her sweaty strands of hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

Once they figured their legs could support their weight again, they’d gotten a shower and something to eat. From that point on, they were pretty much naked the rest of the weekend. One or the other would reach for the other one and it would be game on once again. She’d had more sex in one weekend with Trick than she had with her ex-husband in the entire three years they’d been married. Well, Doug was having lots of sex, just not with her.

She found him in the kitchen standing at the stove in nothing but his jeans, cooking breakfast. Her heart pinched at the sight. God, she could so fall for this man. This whole weekend they’d spent every moment together. Except for his quick trip to pick up dinner Saturday night, they’d been inseparable and mostly naked. It was Sunday morning and the thought of Monday intruding on her fantasy life had her feeling queasy to her stomach.

How had he become such an integral part of her life in such a short amount of time? It happened so fast. Could an elementary school teacher and a bad boy biker have a relationship? Not that he’d asked to have one. For all she knew, this weekend was a one-time thing, never to be repeated. Who knew? They may not ever see each other again except for when it pertained to Keegan. God, that would kill her.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?”

The sound of his smoky voice brought her attention back to the man she’d been daydreaming over. She took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face. She had no idea what Monday morning would bring. For now, she planned on spending as much time with Trick, making more memories.

“Nothing. Just thinking you need to feed me once in a while if you plan on continuing what we’ve been doing so far this weekend.” She stepped into his open arms, accepting the kiss he bent and placed on her lips.

“You’re in luck. I found your bacon and fried up a couple eggs. Think that’ll hold you over until lunch time?” he teased.

“Mmm. Definitely.” Her tongue slipped out and wet her lower lip, his eyes zeroing in on the action.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to have to fuck you before we eat.”

Her smiled widened, not caring in the least that their breakfast would get cold.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” He reached for the hem of the shirt she was wearing and pulled it up over her head, tossing it to the floor at her feet. She giggled as he spun her around and placed her hands on the edge of the counter. She heard the distinct sound of his zipper going down moments before he pulled her hips out from the counter enough to bend her over.

One arm wrapped around her waist, the other wrapping around to anchor itself to the opposite shoulder, holding her in position to take his fucking. She felt the head of his cock at her entrance and closed her eyes at the feel of him pushing forward. “Mmm, Trick. Feels so good.”

“That’s right, baby. Take it all.” His body folded over her back, he pulled her back as he slammed forward. Nothing felt so good. Who would have guessed she liked to be dominated while having sex? Maybe not dominated in the whole Master/slave sense, but she definitely liked giving up control and taking what he had to give.

The hand wrapped around her middle moved between her legs, instantly finding her throbbing clit. He pounded away at her and swirled his finger over her sensitive nub. She didn’t know how he was able to get her so close to orgasm so quickly, but she loved it. There were times when he took his time building her up, then backing off, only to build her up again, over and over until she came so hard she thought she might black out. It didn’t matter which way he wanted to go, she was more than game for anything.

“Oh, God, I’m so close, Trick.” Her grip on the counter edge tightened as her need to come grew quickly. At the feel of his teeth biting into her neck, she slammed her eyes shut, threw her head back into his shoulder and exploded. Her inner muscles clenched down hard, intensifying her pleasure. She could have easily collapsed to the floor if not for the fact that Trick was holding her up.

“Fuuucckkk!” Trick buried his face in her neck and roared his release. When he finally came to a stop, he kept a hold of her and eased his dick out of her body, the move causing her to shiver. Reaching for his shirt, he handed it to her to put on. He pulled the condom off and disposed of it while she pulled the shirt over her head. He grabbed a paper towel, cleaned himself off and stuffed his semi-hard dick in his pants. Pulling a chair out from the table, he tugged her into his lap so that she was straddling his legs with his arms wrapped securely around her. He brushed her hair off her neck and gently nibbled, placing a trail of kisses from her neck to the curve in her shoulder.

“Mmm. That feels good. I wish,” she started but stalled out.

“You wish what?”

“I wish Monday would never come. I’ve enjoyed this weekend so much, I don’t want it to ever end,” she admitted with her eyes still closed. The thought that he might not feel the same way would crush her if she saw it written all over his face.

“I know. Me, too.” He skimmed his hand lightly over her thigh, then up her side.

“Really?” She couldn’t believe he felt the same way.

“Yeah, but the weekend isn’t over yet.” His cock was once again hard and she felt it twitch beneath her. “I think I can get one more orgasm out of you before breakfast.” His hand slipped between her spread legs and went to work on her clit. He then proceeded to prove that yes, he could, indeed, coax one more orgasm out of her before breakfast.

Lindsey sent up a prayer that Sunday never ended.

It wasMonday morning and it was Lindsey’s planning period. Her students were in art class for the next fifty minutes and it gave her time to catch up on a few of her lesson plans. It would help considerably if she could block her time with Trick this weekend from her mind. Like every time she let her mind drift, she found herself replaying every moment of the weekend they’d spent together. Some parts she replayed more than others. She also had to stop smiling so much or people were going to start asking for the reason why and there was no way she was going to say she’d spent it getting her brains fucked out by the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on.

From the moment they’d arrived at her house after their dinner at Crooked Dick’s, they’d been on each other like a couple of teenagers. They’d had sex in her bed, in the shower, against the wall, in the kitchen and on the living room couch. She would never be able to sit on her couch again without thinking about all the wicked things Trick had done to her there.

“Stop it, Lindsey. You have work to do,” she scolded herself and started sorting through the kids’ papers she needed to grade.

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