Chapter 74: Old Habits That Die Hard

Rick's Bedroom, The Clark Residence, Klimt RD, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Water dripped down the dangling fingers of a bare naked Rick Channon as he slowly made his way toward the window of his bedroom. He'd spent most of his morning and afternoon assisting his Aunt Dee with her inventory at her store and had taken a much-needed shower once he returned home leaving her to go over the new stock. Her husband had been out of town, much to Rick's delight and he had the run of the place himself. He quickly reached over and unlocked it before he raised it and turned his attention back toward the rest of his room. Rick smirked as he moved about his room fiddling with a few books and magazines as he continued to drip onto the hardwood floor standing in the center of the room with his impressive cock dangling below his knee and twitching as he thought briefly about the last time he'd spent time with Casey.

Being a werewolf had its perks as he smirked recalling how he made the new arrival squirm when he'd been inside him. Rick's slick dark hair had been sticking to his forehead before he slicked it back and made his way toward his desk.

He noted the tossed clothes on the floor and toppled over shoes beside his backpack and smirked if his Aunt could see his room she'd have a fit. He sighed and ventured toward his bed not caring at all that he'd been wet as he flopped onto it and stared up at the ceiling in contemplation.

His mind once more traveled back to Casey and the question of what he might have been doing at that time as he rolled over toward the end table beside his bed and grabbed his cell phone off the top. He quickly looked up Casey's name and dialed him for the fun of it. It was odd to recall that this was the first time in a long time that he hadn't either awakened at Casey's place or seen him at school.

The phone rang for a moment before Casey picked up.

{"Hello?"} he said seemingly excited to hear from Rick. {"Rick....bout time you called"}

"Don't tell me you're still a needy bitch." said Rick with a smirk filed across his handsome face.

{"Mmmm."} replied Casey trying not to moan too loudly into the phone. {"I miss waking up next to you."}

"No, you miss waking up with Daddy's big dick in you," replied Rick in his usual vulgar vernacular.

{"So what if I do miss that too?"} asked Casey chuckling at the end of the phone. {"I bet you called because you miss me too."}

"Miss my big dick being in tight pussy, always," replied Rick keeping his same demeanor.

{"Asshole."} replied Casey seeming to relax over the phone. {"Been pretty busy today still unpacking some leftover boxes and dealing with whatever Mom needed for the day."}

"You better get some practice in, we got a game tomorrow," said Rick recalling the start of their new basketball season.

{"I know...you and your obsession with winning."} remarked Casey.

"It's about time we stop being the sports team, laughingstock," said Rick in annoyance. "Besides I can't stand losing and you know it."

{"It's not like you have anything to prove, Mr. Basketball Legend."} said Casey with a sigh. {"That asshole Carl thinks I'm taking steroids."}

"Fuck Carl," growled Rick. "Beat his ass on that court and you'll never hear another word about it, steriods may shrink a man's dick but it doesn't make you automatically develop skills least of all where basketball is concerned."

{"Still, I've never actually played in front of a live audience before."} said Casey more than a little concerned about his very first basketball game.

"Ain't nothing to worry about, besides, I'll be on the court with you," Rick reassured him. "Now stop stroking your dick and get off the phone, we got a big day tomorrow otherwise I'd come to dick you down myself but Coach Bert would have a heart attack if he suspected we were lagging on the court due to sex."

{"Coach Bert would have a heart attack if he knew we were fucking in general."} replied Casey with a bit of vulgarity himself.

"Get off the phone, and make sure you rest up for the game," said Rick in a serious tone. "I need you sharp on the court tomorrow."

{"You get some rest too, I know you've been at the store for hours moving boxes and needing some sleep."} said, Casey.

"Stalker," replied Rick almost bitterly.

{"Takes one to know one apparently,"} replied Casey laughing in the background.

Rick hung up the phone, he wasn't much for goodbyes, and sat it back down on the end table beside his bed. He had taken a moment to rest his eyes forgetting the world around him for a while and had not been privy to the fact that he wasn't alone in his room.

A familiar scent caught his attention and he opened his eyes to find himself staring face-to-face with his ex-Rachel Dawson. She smirked as she stood looking him over before running her hands along his abs and evidently aroused appendage with a gleam behind her eyes.

"Somebody missed me," she said casually as she began to discard her own clothes and climbed onto the bed with Rick much as she use to when they were together sneaking around between school, her parent's house, and his when they were in the mood for their usual sexual romps.

"Rachel what the fuck?" asked Rick sitting up in bed although he made no move to cover himself in her line of sight.

She ignored him as she felt his cock stroking him and causing him to grunt in the wake of his obvious arousal. Rick had not been thinking of her when he'd been alone as his thoughts of Casey and their most recent encounter lingered in his weary mind.

"Don't act like you don't want it," she said slowly mounting him as he glared at her.

A hiss escaped his harsh upturned lips as she slowly sank her heated and surprisingly slick sex down onto his massive cock moaning as she felt him impale her tightness.

"Fuck." she hissed rolling her eyes into the back of her head. "I missed this so much...you're so hard....you can't act like you don't like it."

Rick grunted once more as she began to ease her body up and down his bare shaft and he gave an involuntary thrust forward as she moaned and ran her fingers along his water-slick chest.

"Rachel..." groaned Rick as he gripped her hips as she continued to bounce on his cock as she had so many times before.

She felt good, she always had when he'd been inside her.

"Fuck..." he hissed losing himself in the warmth and sensation alike.

"Saw you back on the court the other day..." said Rachel still bouncing on top of him. "You were so fucking sexy, I wanted to fuck you so bad Daddy....my pussy was so wet for you."

Rick grunted and began to thrust back into her tight warmth in earnest. She'd been good and he was well accustomed to her riding him but she wasn't as tight or as good as Casey had been the day before.

"Fuck...." hissed Rick in annoyance. "I got a fucking game tomorrow...you could have waited."

Rachel smirked and kissed his lips.

"Mmmm, now you'll know what you have to look forward to if and when you win," she added still riding him.

Rick grunted thrusting his hips back into the warmth he'd known so well.

"Slut." he growled. "Always so wet for Daddy's big dick...I thought you wanted a "real" relationship?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and bounced on him harder.

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, asshole," she growled more in tune with her needs than his words.

Rick smirked as he did just that maneuvering Rachel until her back had been pressed against his mattress and he'd taken full control. If he had been honest, he had missed the familiar scent of her and her voice in his ear as she made her moan out his name in the throes of passion. She didn't take him as well as Casey had, with her already tearing up in the wake of the new angle his cock plunged into her and he was forced like so many times before to hold back on his unruly lust if only to make her happy.

"Ricky..." she moaned stroking his face and kissing his lips as she wrapped her legs around him. "Oh....you fuck me so good...you and your big dick."

Rick smirked as a sea of her blonde locks spread along his pillows much as they always had and it seemed they'd been right back where they left off before she suddenly decided that she wanted something more than he could give her as opposed to his tendency to shove his massive cock in her at his convenience.

He watched as her breasts bounced before his eyes and he nibbled at one lapping at the pinked nipple that begged his attention as it hardened in the wake of his mouth pressing against it. It always drove Rachel crazy when he did this and she clenched around him harder as he thrust at a frenzied pace jolting her body along his mattress.

Rachel had tears streaming down her cheeks and he could tell that she had missed him a lot more than she let on it being due to his physical attributes.

Rick growled as he thrust into Rachel finding himself comparing her to Casey who had been so needy when he'd been inside him. The younger lad was an addicting lay and even with his cock buried deep in the tight warmth of his former lover, he wanted Casey just as badly.

Unsure if it was the wolf in him or the fact that they had something of a strange bond, Rick found himself picturing Casey as he pounded Rachel's slick sex with reckless abandon, he heard her whimper and had to check his pacing before reaching his end and dragging her along with him knowing all too well she'd been much too sore for another go-round, unlike Casey who seemed to ignore it in order to have him back inside him.

Sweat slick and panting, Rick rolled off Rachel and they both stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He wondered if she too figured out how it had not been the same for them as it had before despite his willingness to keep up appearances.

Rachel sighed and kissed his lips before rolling out of bed and getting dressed. Rick simply watched her as she returned for yet another kiss and headed toward his window where she'd climbed in the first time.

"Good luck tomorrow," she said about to hop out. "And you'd better win."

Rick nodded and folded his and behind his head as he went back to closing his eyes once more recalling Casey's younger body bouncing on his cock the previous night. He had much preferred him to Rachel but he had not been of the mind to tell her that.

No one had known about him and Casey aside from Mrs. Peterson and she wasn't one for divulging their private affair to anyone, not that she knew anyone to do so with, in the first place.