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SPEED BUMPS
Tenille Brown
Sunny checked her watch before she gripped the bars on her bike tighter, bending low to take the curve. She would be there in less than five minutes. She had been shooting for fifteen, had wanted to be very casual and nonchalant about it, but that was the thing about motorcycles; they always made you appear too eager, even when the intent was to make em wait awhile.
In this case, she was referring to her lover, Trip. He hadnt always been the patient type. Sunny had used it to her advantage back then, making Trip wait until he was almost crazy, but he had somehow learned patience over the last few months, that and other things, and it was just something else about Trip that Sunny had to learn to get used to.
TripTrenton Louis Hill, IIIhad taught her to ride, had even given her the name she now claimed like a possession. Sunny...for the glow on her wide, happy face, for the little yellow tattoo on her right asscheek, for the way he felt when she pressed that soft, tender ass up against him.
Sunny slowed, smiling smugly at the rumble and pop of her bike because no matter how many times she heard it, it still excited her, and came to a stop at the light. She nodded to her right at a twentysomething fellow with spiked yellow hair sitting and grinning at her in a red convertible. He revved his engine. She revved hers back. She could have him and five more just like him if she wanted, but these days, in the ever-present age of the cougar, Sunny found that clich.
Sunny shook her head. It wasnt the kids fault. Twenty years ago she would have been in his league, but this time, he had guessed wrong. Sunny blamed it on her thighs, the way they braced and held her bright yellow Harley in place.
Sunny had legs for days, and she preferred her skirts short and her shortslike the denim ones she sported todayeven shorter. She was short, barely five feet tall, but she made it countround little ass, tight waist, and just enough tits to suit her.
But Sunny preferred her men with a little dust on them.
And it was her prerogative. She was forty-one years old and had paid her dues. Shed had the husband and the house in the burbs and shed preferred to let the two remain a set, taking her clothes, her favorite pairs of shoes and calling it a day.
It was all a part of traveling light, and Sunny knew there was no other way to do it. Trip had known it, too. He was a loner who ran a bar across town, who had mixed her Jack and Coke like he had been doing it since creation. And now, she and Trip, they were in this life together.
Sunny blew relief from her lips as she pulled into the drive. She parked her Harley next to Trips new sensible sedanshe wouldnt ride in that thing if you paid herand let herself into the condo.
It didnt surprise Sunny to smell baked chicken and fresh kale when she walked in the door. Trip had traded in Chinese takeout for lessons in cooking healthy lately and Sunny was always playing the eager little guinea pig, because she was nothing if not supportive, tasting and trying his new creations. After wrapping her arms around him and squeezing Trips middle, Sunny reached in and tore off a piece of chicken.
The breast was good, light on the butter and salt, but good.
Trip swatted at her hand.
My little speed demon...so anxious.
Trip knew Sunny well, but if it werent for the ink that decorated his arms, neck and chest, she wouldnt recognize him at all, wouldnt remember that he had once been a speed demon, too, a bad boy in every sense of the word.
The heart attack had changed all that, though.
He was cooking with his shirt off, the way Sunny preferred it. When Trip turned off the stove, she ran her hands over his dark, fuzzy chest, pausing at the slick scar from his surgery.
She touched it, now a pale brown line just over his heart. Trip placed his hand over hers. He was remembering, too.
Sunny didnt like to think back to the day, but Trip wore a constant reminder of it.
It was one of the few times Sunny had ever felt fear and the only time Trip had ever seen her cry.
These days, though, Sunny denied it, said it must have been one of those mirage things Trip was having as he contemplated cascading into the light.
We going anywhere tonight, after we eat? Sunny asked, guiding herself back to the here and now. Theres a band playing over at Bentleys. Or did you rent a movie? Did you pick up that action flick I was telling you about?
Trip shook his head to all. He cupped her ass inside his big hands and brought her to him, slipping, without warning, his warm tongue inside her mouth.
He said, I thought wed stay in. Youve been going nonstop for the last three days. How about a little bit of the boob tube and off to bed?
Trip winked and handed Sunny a freshly stirred drink.
Sunny grinned, because that, thankfully, hadnt changed about him.
And sure, it wasnt living on the edge, but it was something, she supposed, and these days Sunny took what she could get, settling on the sofa, remote in hand, sipping on a fucking perfect Jack and Coke.
There were times when Sunny didnt mind staying put, like now, when she was cuffed to their four-poster bed, facedown in a mound of pillows, sheets snatched up between her legs.
She couldnt see him, but she knew Trip was there, and these were the times Sunny paid the most attention, when she was always on edge, waiting to see what was next.
Now Trip was running pink feathers over her naked body, pausing now and then to pick up a soft leather strap to spank her eagerly twisting and waiting ass.
If she knew Trip, and she was sure she did, Sunny expected he would take advantage of how far apart her legs were spread, how wet she had become from his teasing, and take her from behind, fucking her until she whimpered, until she scratched at the sheets and bit the pillows, but Trip surprised her, leaving her dripping-wet pussy alone altogether.
Sunny was never one to protest, even though simple doggy-style would have suited her just fine. But this, this thing she felt coming, what she could feel in her bones, this was much better than doggy-style. It was better than her top three favorite positions and then some.
Sunny felt the warm tip of Trips tongue at the rim of her ass. He had always loved her ass, had always praised and paid great attention to it. He licked her awhile, poking, prodding and lapping until she was streaming wet there, too.
Sweet as pie, he said, and Sunny smiled, compliment whore that she was.
And then Trip crawled up behind her, his hands on either side of her arms, his heavy, thick cock swollen and throbbing against her ass and the tops of her thighs.
Trip was a well-endowed man but he had trained Sunny ever so patiently to get used to him. He eased in slow, steady, always at the absolutely perfect pace. He knew when to be gentle, knew when Sunny was ready for all of him, no holding back.
Sunny spread her legs as far as they would go. She accepted as much of him as she could stand, grunting at the pain, gushing at the pleasure. And when she felt she could take no more, Trip gave her just that, insisting, determined Sunny could take it.
Trip had such faith in her, and Sunny wanted to make him proud, so she took it all, gritting her teeth, twisting corners of the sheets until they were wet and wrinkled in her palms.
