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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Trick or Treat by Catherine Bybee

Tess squirmed in her chair, and crossed her legs hard while she flipped the page in the paperback she held. Sucking her lower lip, she imagined herself in the place of the heroine, tied up and naked on a bed while the hero gave her the ultimate pleasure. The hero’s thick cock slid over the heroine’s clit when suddenly Tess’s doorbell rang.

“Shit.” Pulled out of the moment, Tess tossed the book to the side, unfolded her legs, and went to see who had rudely interrupted the closest she’d come to sex in several months.

The bell rang again.

“Hold on,” she yelled reaching for the handle. “What’s the big...ohh!”

“Trick or Treat?” Jack smiled behind a Zorro mask.

“What are you doing?” Tess swallowed hard and laughed. Jack Templeton was her best friend Jenny’s sexy older brother.

“The name is Zorro, ma’am.” He licked his red lips, moved forward. “So, do you have some candy?”

“Sorry, Zorro. Halloween isn’t for a few more days.” She laughed and moved aside for Jack to enter.

“Do you always invite masked men into your home?”

Tess raised her brow and sent him an audacious wink. “Only gorgeous men bent on bad things.” Flirting with Jack came natural. It was well known in their circle of friends that they had the hots for each other. Out of respect for Jenny, neither of them ever acted on it.

Closing the door, Tess took a deep breath and prepared to ignore her feelings, again.

She looked up to dark eyes peering through his mask, Jack’s expression less playful.

“Are you on your way to a costume party?”


Her heart sped up. “Why the costume?”

“I thought it would be easier.”

“What would be easier?”

He stepped closer. “This.”

Tess’s eyes grew large when his hand captured her neck. “Oh, god,” she sighed before his lips came down on hers. Disbelief and passion spread quickly throughout her body. One swipe of his tongue and her lips parted, urging him in.

Is this really happening? He backed her up against the door. His body pressed against hers, holding her hostage. His stiff erection throbbed against her knotted stomach. Their kiss deepened.

He broke away, then tore the mask from his face and moved to explore her neck with his tongue.

“Oh, Jack. We shouldn’t be doing this.”


“You know why.” But her hands peeled away at his costume, searching for skin.

“Jenny gave us permission long ago.” His hand slid up her shirt, rounded over her naked breast and teased her taunt nipple.


He silenced her with a kiss. Her knees buckled and pussy throbbed.

Backing away briefly he said, “If you don’t want me, this, then I’ll leave. But Jenny has nothing to do with us.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Jack.”

His lips curled up into a cocky grin. “Then what are we waiting for?”

All of the reasons for holding back vanished. Tess reached up and pulled him close, her hips ground to his.

Jack laughed, picked her up while her legs circled his waist. They stumbled into her bedroom and fell to the bed. She spread her hands over his hips and gripped his firm ass. He felt so damn good, better than she’d imagined.

His fingers fumbled with the zipper of her jeans, while she pulled his shirt off. Jack moved away long enough to shed his pants and boxers. His cock, full and ready, caught her eye. Tess kicked away the last of her clothing and reached for him. Her fingers stroked his length.

“Damn, Templeton. You’re built like a bear.”

He growled and thrust his hips against her fist, jaw clenched. “I won’t last long if you continue that,” he warned.

Smiling, she stoked him harder. He cursed, took her hands in his and pinned them above her head. “Leave them there,” he demanded.

Gripping the headboard, she left her body exposed to his stare.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She squirmed. “Please, Jack. Make love to me now.”

“I want to take my time.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave a firm pull.

Fluid rushed between her legs, she ached with need. “Please,” she begged. “We can go slow next time.”

He laughed and slid his hand over her mound before plunging a finger inside. She quivered around him wanting more.

Her hand slid from the headboard. He captured it and put it back. “Don’t make me tie you up.”

The thought had her creaming all over his hand.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything with you, Jack.”

His fingers stroked her inflamed clit until she thought she’d go mad. “Damn it, Jack. If you don’t mount me soon, I’ll be the one tying you up.”

“Easy, Tess,” he coxed with words as he moved in position between her legs.

She arched in anticipation. “I’ve waited five years for you. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

His tip grazed her channel. Her breath held.

Inch by every glorious inch he took her, filled her until she gasped. He pulled back and thrust again, reaching. Unable to hold the headboard any longer, Tess pulled him closer and ground against him, his cock impaling her further. Like a rubber band stretched tight, pressure built into an explosive orgasm. Each pass over her sex with his brought her closer until she came on an earth shattering scream. Jack followed, flooding her channel before collapsing, breathless.

They came back to earth, their bodies sated.

“Five years was a long time to wait,” Tess murmured against his shoulder.

“I won’t make you wait that long again.”

“I hope not,” she chided.

“Move in with me, Tess.”

She pulled away to see if he was serious. He was.

“It’s always been you I wanted. I won’t stand to be away from you now.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her heart filled with love.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

She nodded and kissed his parted lips.

About the Author: I have been reading romance novels for over twenty five years and writing them for the last two. I've found my muse taking me all over the board in my writing. I'm currently searching for a home for my time travel series and werewolf stories. Two small e-press publishers have voiced interest and I hope to announce who will publish my work soon. I live in Southern California with my husband of fifteen years, two son's, and a menagerie of animals. You can currently find me on myspace and read excerpts of my work there.

1 comment:

Mary Ricksen said...

Whew! Tie me down, where's the vibrator, DH ain't home. (grin)