Ten
I wrestled the bike onto the center stand, situating it so it looked out over the town below us. The night sky was lit up with stars and the sounds from the town could be heard faintly in the distance. Jiji was staring at the scene; the twinkling lights from the Ferris wheel glowed softly, and the sound of the wind in the trees and the crickets chirping muffled my footsteps when I came up behind her, wrapping her in the cocoon of my arms.
Sweeping her hair forward, I kissed the spot between her neck and shoulder. She leaned back into me, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. Nibbling and licking her neck, I brought both hands up and palmed her breasts; her nipples were pebbled and hard even through her shirt and bra.
Reaching under her shirt, I pulled one cup down, releasing the succulent flesh to my questing fingers, which rolled the nub around, pinching lightly. She responded by arching her back and pushing her lush bounty further into my hand.
I slid the other hand down her belly, under the loose waistband of her jeans; her panties were wet and she moved restlessly until my seeking fingers found her stiff clit, strumming it with my thumb.
Her hips started to circle, pushing back against the hardness she felt in the front of my jeans. I obliged her with enough pressure to make her moan. “I’m going to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk, Jiji.”
Turning her head so she could see me, she asked, “Here, Breech?”
“Right here, right now, babe.”
At first, she looked timid, but then her inner diva emerged. She looked up seductively through her long, thick lashes, tossing her head so her hair fell forward. She jutted her hip out, one hand casually reaching down to unzip her jeans. Taking charge, I pushed them down and she shimmied ‘til they lay around her feet.
“Bend over, Jiji.” Her upper body flattened against the leather seat, and I grasped hold of the thin scrap of lace covering her luscious ass, giving one clean pull. The lace tore with a loud snap and she gasped. Exposed to the cool night air, goosebumps erupted across her satiny skin. My hands looked so large compared to her tiny body. She was stunning, and my senses were on overload.
“Breech,” she moaned, moving her hips in my grasp. Sliding her foot out of the leg of her jeans, I placed her foot on one of the pegs of my bike, kicking the other outward ‘til she was splayed out for me. My dick jumped at the sight, wanting to be freed from its harsh denim prison to plunder the sultry sweetness of her pussy.
My zipper was loud in the still night, though the sounds from the distant carnival drifted on the wind. The smell of the damp earth mingled with the scent of arousal, making it hard to think about anything but fucking this girl ‘til neither of us could move. Releasing my cock from my jeans, I stroked myself, the hard flesh already rigid, flexed, and a bead of pre-cum seeping from the tip.
Stepping up behind her, I bent over her prone body. “Jiji, hang on, this is going to be fast and hard—I want you so fucking much,” I murmured.
Turning her head against the seat, she said, “I want you too, Breech.”
Sliding my hands under her pelvis, I lined up with her opening. The head of my cock slid in easily; her body was primed for me, so I pushed forward to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ as my hips slapped against her ass. Her warm wet pussy wrapped around my shaft like a hot, closed fist. My body took over, starting a furious rhythm. The bike rocked from the forceful movements, and the sound of flesh slapping together rang out over the harsh notes of our lungs gasping for air.
I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off the explosion I knew was coming. “Jiji, baby, I’m sorry, I can’t stop!” My cock was pumping in and out of her waiting pussy, the fierce need for her clawing at my mind and body.
She panted, pushing her ass back to meet me. “Breech, I’m going to come, don’t you dare stop, please, babe, make me come.” Her body tightened even more, the storm gathering as her climax neared. Leaning over her body, my hips moving like a piston as she climbed up on her tiptoes, her fingers wound around a strut in a white-knuckled grip.
A keening cry wrenched from her lips as her body found its release, and a gush of wetness trickled out, affording some extra lube, so I forced her body further over the seat, practically pulling her feet off the ground. The new angle had me hitting her high up inside; my breathing was labored, and I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. My balls drew up tight to my body so, pulling out of her, I shoved her shirt up her back and, fisting my cock, I stroked the rigid length ‘til I erupted, shooting hot semen over her back and red ass cheeks.
She was still slumped forward, her breathing rapid, her hair clinging to the back of her neck, which was sticky with sweat. She struggled to rise, and I pushed her back down.
“Don’t move, Jiji, let me clean you up first.” Pulling a T-shirt from the saddlebag, I mopped up the mess on her back then used the tail of the shirt to clean myself before stuffing my junk back in my jeans. Dumping the shirt on the ground, I helped her to stand, and she swayed. “Head rush?” I grinned at her.
She slapped my chest. “Beast,” she said with no heat. Bending down, I gripped her pants, pulling them up her legs; her panties were torn so I snagged what was left and jammed them into my back pocket. She rearranged the cups of her bra, keeping her head down.
Lifting her chin with my hand, I forced her to look at me. A light blush stained her face, but she tried to avoid my eyes. “Jiji, did I hurt you—what’s wrong, doll? Please talk to me, don’t shut me out.”
“I’m not normally so brazen, Breech. You’ve taken me outside my comfort zone and I’m just trying to deal. My emotions are all over the place. And for the record, no, you didn’t hurt me, and if so, only in the best possible way.” She smiled finally.
“Jiji, I would never be so out-of-control that I wouldn’t be aware of our surroundings even in the heat of the moment. I wouldn’t have taken you here if I didn’t think it was safe. My primary concern will always be your safety and comfort.” I bent down and kissed her softly. “Please believe me: nothing you can do will change how I feel about you. I love that you’re open to exploring your sensual side with me, because, babe, I’ve got plans for that honey trap between your legs.”
Her blush deepened but a sly smile turned up the corners of her mouth. Going up on her tiptoes, she whispered in my ear, “Fair warning, big man, I’ve got some plans of my own for that mondo dick of yours.”
I burst out laughing. “Touché, doll.” Chuckling, I handed her a helmet, stuffing the T-shirt back in the pack before taking the bike down off the stand and turning it around for the ride back to town. Steadying the bike, I put a hand out for her to grasp so she could swing a leg over and climb on behind me.
She keyed her mic and said, “Okay, sweets, I’m set—let’s get back to the hotel. I need a hot shower and a soft bed.”
Patting her leg, I glided off down the path ‘til we hit the highway, then cruised along, enjoying the ride with my girl at my back. It didn’t get much better than this. Tomorrow was another day, but tonight, for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace and it was all due to the woman behind me.
As if sensing my thoughts, she ran her hand up my thigh ‘til she found my other hand. Lacing our fingers together, she squeezed then released me to sit back ‘til we drove into the lot of the hotel.
Dismounting, we gathered up the things we stowed in the saddlebags and, slinging an arm over her shoulder, walked into the hotel, hitting the up button for the elevator. An older couple approached us, waiting for the doors to open. We entered the car together, the lady asking for our floor, with Jiji answering, “Six, please.” She snuggled against my side and I kissed the top of her head.
The woman nudged her husband, and in a loud whisper said, “That was us thirty years ago.”
Her husband bandied back, “Honey, our room has a bed; I wouldn’t be thinking about sleeping for a while yet.” She slapped his arm playfully as the car came to a stop. Winking at us, he pulled his blushing wife out of the car when the doors slid open on their floor.
When we were alone again, Jiji looked up at me. Before she could say anything, I pulled her to me for a long kiss. “Yes, doll, I think that could be us in thirty years.”
Breathless, she giggled, “How do you know you could still get it up in thirty years?” she asked, exiting ahead of me.
I stuck out a hand to slap her ass, but she danced out of my reach. “Minx,” I said.
“You love it,” she retorted.
Stopping at our door, I pulled out the room key; when the light turned green and the door opened, I swooped down and picked her up, carrying her high against my chest. Kicking the door with my foot, I repeated the older man’s words. “Honey, this room has a bed; I wouldn’t think about sleeping for a while yet.” The sound of her laughter could be heard before the door swung shut for the night.