Page 39 of Trick or Treat

Trick accepted the offered joint, took a hit and offered it to the sexy blonde sitting in his lap. Teresa accepted it happily, took her hit and handed back to Race. He took another hit, handed it off, pulled the brunette sitting in his lap forward until his mouth covered hers and released the smoke. Rachel happily took it into her lungs, pulled back, then released it above his head after a moment. Smiling sweetly at him, she leaned in for a kiss.

Out of the corner of his eye, Trick watched another sweet butt approach Jackson. She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and smiled sweetly. He could have told her it was a waste of time. Jackson was a one-woman man and he would never cheat on his wife. He and Calliope had been through way too much to ever let someone come between them.

“Sorry, darlin’. You’re wasting your time on me. I’ve got an old lady and if I ever stepped out on her, she’d shoot my dick off.” He smiled up at her, patting her hand to let her down easy.

“Is he serious about his old lady shooting his dick off?” Deacon leaned around Jed and asked.

“Yeah. His woman knows her way around a gun. I wouldn’t want to piss her off,” Trick told him.

Deacon didn’t know whether to be impressed or scared. “Really?” He glanced toward Race, who chuckled and nodded his head. “Damn.”

Though Jackson didn’t cheat, it wasn’t unheard of for a brother to be married or make someone his old lady and still have a lot of fun on the side. The brothers didn’t judge another man’s life choices unless it affected the club as a whole. Some brothers, like Jackson and himself, did not and would not cheat on their old ladies. Not because they were whipped, but because they had respect for their women.

Despite what Trick’s ex-wife thought, he never once cheated on her with any of the sweet butts or hang arounds. He’d been tempted more than a few times, but he never took them up on it until he left Michelle. Once he made up his mind he couldn’t take living with her anymore and there was no hope of things ever working out between them, he fucked his way through all of them.

The music changed and the brunette sitting on Race’s lap slipped to her knees in front of him. She bit into her bottom lip at the same time her hands settled on his belt. Race smiled and nodded as he took a drink, his eyes never leaving Rachel’s. She worked his belt loose, got the button unfastened then drew down the zipper. She reached inside and pulled his hard cock out, smiling up at him like she’d found a fucking treasure.

Teresa leaned in and whispered in Trick’s ear, asking if he wanted to go upstairs where they could spread out and be more comfortable. He finished off his beer and nodded his head. She led him upstairs and down the hall to a room already unlocked. She pulled him inside, flipped the light switch on and closed the door behind them. Her hands fisted in his cut as she popped up on her toes and pulled him down for a kiss. As kisses went, it was a really good one. In fact, his dick instantly got hard. One hand settled on her lower back, pulling her in tight and the other buried in her hair. The kiss quickly heated and his cock pulsed with need. He suddenly pulled back, his breathing rapid. “Fuck.”

Teresa moved to pull his cut from his shoulders. He stopped her with his hands covering hers. “You first.”

She stepped back to do as he asked, working each button on her shirt free, one at a time. His full attention was riveted to how she revealed her creamy white skin one inch at a time. She peeled the two halves open, the material getting caught on her rock-hard nipples. His eyes shot to hers, a knowing smirk on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

She dropped the shirt at her feet, then reached behind her to unzip her skirt. Leaning forward, she shimmied it down over her hips, down her thighs and let it fall to the floor. The movements had her ample tits jiggling nicely. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her tits. With the skirt pooling at her feet, she slowly stood in nothing but a purple lace thong. From where he was standing he could see that she was bare beneath the lacy material.

“Off. Get the rest off,” he ordered her. While she was stepping out of her panties and kicking off her heels, Trick made quick work of stripping himself. Her eyes dropped to where his hard dick stood out straight from his body. She licked her lips and would have dropped to her knees if he hadn’t taken her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He reached into the shower, turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He was afraid if she went down on him right now, he’d fucking blow in seconds.

He opened the shower door and motioned for her to step inside first. He followed her inside and placed the condom he brought with him on the shower ledge. He immediately took her in his arms, his mouth slamming down on hers. God damn, he loved the feel of her tits against his chest and the way her stomach cradled his aching cock. He slanted his mouth over Teresa’s, silently approving as she opened and allowed his tongue entrance.

One hand went back to tangle in her hair while the other tested the weight of her tit. Using the palm of his hand, he rubbed at her tight nipple, loving the way she moved against him, like she couldn’t get enough. With his leg wedged between hers, she didn’t hesitate to ride it, getting herself worked up. She pulled her mouth free from his kiss, her head tipped back, her breathing ragged.

“Fuck.” Trick’s mouth dropped to her exposed neck, licking and nibbling a trail to her nipple. He sucked the hard little bud into his mouth, drew on it hard, then lightly raked his teeth across it as he pulled free.

“Oh my God, Trick. Feels so good,” she panted, at the same time grinding herself on his leg.

Trick laughed at how needy she was behaving and reached for the condom, ripped it open with his teeth and went to put it on. Teresa took it from him and rolled it down his throbbing cock. The feather-light touch was almost more than he could stand. His jaw clenched tightly, waiting for her to finish. Somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice was telling him that fucking Teresa was wrong. He immediately told that voice to go fuck itself. If Lindsey didn’t want him, and all things indicated that that was the case, then why the hell shouldn’t he fuck whoever he wanted?

As if to prove a point, he instructed, “Put your leg up here.” He helped her put one foot on a built-in seat, exposing her pussy for his viewing pleasure. One side of his mouth kicked up. Bare. Just like he liked his pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he stepped closer to work his cock through her wetness. Taking himself in hand, he notched the head of his cock at her entrance and slid inside. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Lindsey. This wasn’t the first time or the first woman he’d done that with.

With his eyes closed he could pretend he was fucking Lindsey, the woman he couldn’t seem to move on from no matter how hard he tried. Teresa was tight. Not as tight as Lindsey, but tight considering she wasn’t bashful about having sex with any number of the brothers. He didn’t mind that she had experience. Who was he to judge? He had some serious mileage on him as well.

Moving in and out, he kept pretending it was Lindsey in the shower with him. The more he replayed his memories with her, the more turned on he became. Was it fair to Teresa that he was thinking of another woman while he was getting off with her? Probably not, but it didn’t stop him from doing it.

“Trick. I’m so close.”

Fuck. He opened his eyes and focused on being with Teresa. He was too far gone now to stop even if he wanted to. “Fucking come for me, baby.”

“Oh Goooodddd!” The feel of her long fingernails raking down his back as her pussy squeezed the shit out of his dick was just the hint of pain he needed to get himself off. He growled long and deep, his head thrown back. He continued thrusting, his movements gradually slowing until he completely stopped. His head dropped to her shoulder as he worked on catching his breath.

When it felt like his legs would support him again, he eased her leg down and made sure she was steady on her feet before he let her go. He went about washing his hair and stood under the hot spray a little longer than was necessary to warm himself up. He followed Teresa out of the shower and dried off. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed where they continued to fuck until the wee hours of the night.

What was the old saying?If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with?

He mentally shook his head. He certainly didn’t love Teresa, but did he have those kinds of feelings for Lindsey? Did it even matter? Lindsey wouldn’t have anything to do with him now that Michelle had threatened her job. He’d kept thinking giving her time was the answer, but as the days turned into weeks, he realized Lindsey was never going to give them a chance to see where things might lead.

The feel of Teresa’s warm mouth settling on his growing cock jerked him back to the present. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Just like that.”

Trick wokethe next morning with a killer hangover and Teresa draped all over him. He needed to piss like he needed to take his next breath. The question was how was he going to extricate himself without waking her up? Looking around, he realized there was no way he was getting up without moving her.

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