Lunchtime Chronicles: Whipped

by London, S.

  “Oh shit. Mark me, baby.”

  Ty moaned, the sound deep with lustful need. Truxton questioned how he’d survived without this woman. And then, the dam on her pleasure broke for the second time.

  In a hoarse rush of words Truxton heard his name. He heard the sweet, guttural cries of pleasure and satisfaction that only a woman in love could proclaim. And he felt the serene release and surrender as Ty’s body softened for him.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me take everything.” Damn, there was nothing more powerful than a man experiencing his woman’s willing submission. Truxton had missed her throaty orgasms. Damp with perspiration, drenched with sweet cream, Ty looked fucking edible.

  Using one hand he gripped the base of his erection, groaning as her juices coated his cock and fingers. With her pleasure spent and body lax, he slid his soaked fingers into her mouth.

  “Suck them clean while I fuck you,” he demanded.

  “Yes,” she panted, chest heaving, lips parted, tongue extended.

  Before she could utter another word, he thrust his cock deep. A whimper tore from her lips. Clasping her around the waist, he pulled her forward and he drove into her, pumping his hips like a crazed man. Long, wet strokes of her tongue mimicked his cock working her pussy. He was out of his mind, lost in Ty. The slick sound of sex echoed in the room, the slaps growing in tempo, mingling with his groans and her cries.

  “I love you, Ty,” he growled. “Love you so fucking much.” He drove harder, the couch legs moving across the tiled flooring.

  Mine.

  Ty bellowed his name. Her velvet walls clapped down on his cock, the two becoming one, and then she exploded. Her juices drenched his cock as her teeth sank in to the bone. Truxton didn’t care. Pulling his digits free, he gripped her hips in both hands, spreading her open, and slammed into her. “Take my cock, baby.”

  Truxton fucked her so hard, his balls hurt from the friction.

  Her body softened, and he drove in one last time, reaching nirvana. His big body jerked, and his seed shot out of him like a slot machine hitting jackpot for the first time. He would never get enough of Ty. He wanted her smile, her laugh, her passion, and her love...forever.

  Rolling over, he dropped to the floor. Damn, he might have been wheezing. He pulled Ty down on top of him.

  “Yeah,” he laughed, slapping her on the ass. “I want to do that again.”

  She giggled. “How’s your dick now, Mr. Jacobs?”

  He cupped her face. “Better if you’ll agree to being Mrs. Jacobs.”

  Truxton studied her expression, waiting for a reaction. Some part of him was still standing at that altar, waiting for her. Would she be willing to add the fairytale wedding to their happily ever after?

  Ty brushed her fingers through his chest hair. “Would you be upset if said yes, but I’m scared?”

  He angled his head, placing a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s okay to be scared, but are you sure I’m the man you want forever?”

  “I just want to be perfect,” she whispered, “After everything I’ve put you through.”

  “Perfect,” he sighed, “nah.” He raised her chin, “that’s a fantasyland where shit goes sideways. I just need you,” he paused, “to be you.”

  “Truxton,” she breathed, and he could hear the self-doubt. There would be no more guilt between them.

  “No. Listen. I love protective, fierce, impulsive, sometimes fuck-it-all-up you.”

  A smile, bit and bright and happy spread across his woman’s face. “It won’ be easy. I can still have flashbacks.”

  “I know,” he nodded. “That’s the thing about love. Instead of worrying about the small shit that gets in the way, we focus on the real shit that connects us.” He hugged her tighter. “That’s our perfect, baby.”

  She nodded her head as tears spilled down her cheeks, disappearing in the perspiration from their lovemaking. “When’s the wedding?”

  “As soon as we get the license. And this time,” he chuckled, “don’t fuck up my honeymoon.”

  “I won’t,” she laughed, and then wrapped her fingers around his growing erection, and lowered her hips.

  He groaned and let his head fall back. Yeah, definitely whipped.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Two hours later Truxton and Ty walked into the kitchen disheveled and smiling like freaks with a lifetime supply of lube. At least five employees milled about the kitchen, the clang of pots and pans in busy hands uninterrupted by their entrance.

  “Griffin, I’m taking a nooner,” Truxton looked down at Ty tucked protectively under his arm. “We got some thangs to do at home.”

  She just shook her head at his antics. Damn, it felt good to be back in love again.

  Griffin looked at Truxton’s wet hair, their joined hands, and the rock on Ty’s finger.

  “Did you at least sign a prenup?” he asked.

  Ready to come to Ty’s defense, he opened his mouth, but his woman beat him to it.

  “Griffin, I would never take anything from Truxton or you.”

  “Not so fast, baby,” Truxton said. “I have a lot of pent up male energy for you to take off my hands. And, a few spankings for waiting so long to come see about me.”

  In the background, a couple of the waitresses stopped prepping trays to croon the Supremes background vocals.

  His best friend burst out with a belly-rolling laugh. “I was talking to you, Baby girl.”

  “I know you aren’t quoting Diana Ross, right now...Just no you’re not.” Ty accused before turning on Griffin with an, “And you and a prenuptial?”

  “Now that you’re back with sappy-faced whipped cream pie, he’s going haul all your shit to his place and secure it and you under lock and key. You’ll probably need a court order to get your shoes back, runaway bride.”

  “Screw you, Griffin.”

  “Ah, that would be a big ass nope.”

  On that note, Truxton nestled his woman closer. “Ty and I are headed home to exercise some stipulations in our contract negotiations.”

  “Hey,” Griffin snapped his fingers, “those Bento boxes you ordered arrived.”

  Truxton cleared his throat, “Later. I’m going to need all the whipped cream, chocolate, and strawberries we got.”

  Ty shrugged and hugged him tighter. “Pretty please,” she said, adding a little baby talk.

  Griffin scowled at him. “You are so wrong to rub it in. Maybe, I’ll pull up the N2U app and start a little something-something with my girl.

  Before Truxton could uttered another warning the door opened, and they all turned to see who the new customer was.

  Oliver stood in the doorway, embarrassment ripe and red in his cheeks.

  “Sorry, Tynisha,” he said sheepishly, “I panicked and...”

  Truxton smiled, his grin wolfish, and started forward.

  “Truxton,” Ty warned, “no.”

  He ignored her just for the fun of it. It felt good to laugh, to know he had his woman by his side both now and into the future. But he turned hard eyes on the screamer. “You left her on the ground.”

  “No blood on the floor, Truxton,” Griffin bellowed, “and wash my dishes twice before I see you again.”

  Again, the screams, the clang of the bell as Oliver backed out the door, hopped on his bike, and wobbled again.

  “I guess he wasn’t interested in getting his ass whipped today.”

  “Oh, someone is definitely getting whipped before the night is over,” Truxton teased.

  Tynisha whispered, “Promises, promises,” right before she kissed him.

  EPILOGUE

  “Bish, what do you want?”

  Tynisha grinned at Mandy’s familiar greeting. Irritation, laughter, and love were always woven through the question. Theirs was a unique relationship, one that only close friends and Truxton understood. Mandy was a ride or die friend, and Ty couldn’t envision her wedding without Amanda Murphy’s input.

  Excitement coursed through Tynisha about the u
pcoming wedding plans. She envisioned her man dressed in a black tuxedo, the touch of gray shimmering at his temples, his brilliant white smile on display, and his deep blue eyes focused on her. Yeah, she was ready to be Mrs. Truxton Jacobs, but she needed the SSU sisters at her side to make the day extra special.

  Truxton had departed this morning for a full day at the Double Decker. That afforded her this Wednesday to organize, plan, and rally her troops. So far, she’d managed to lounge in Trux’s king-sized bed, her slit deliciously well-used by sunrise, her legs wide open beneath the covers welcoming the caress of cool air.

  “I’ve told you before to work on your phone etiquette.”

  The sound of a powerful engine revving cut off Mandy’s response. Angling the phone against her ear, Ty tried again to understand, what she was sure, had been a snide comment.

  “Oh, sorry,” Mandy said. “What the fuck do you want now?”

  Ty yanked the phone away from her ear. “Damn, Mandy.” Frowning she decided to get on with the reason she called. “I’m getting married?”

  Mandy told someone to kill the noise and all of a sudden there was silence on the line.

  “Have you told Truxton?” Her voice had softened with concern. Ty almost...almost laughed at the tenderness infiltrating Mandy’s infamous brash persona.

  “Mandy,” she grinned, “Truxton and I are getting married.” The squeal of excitement carried through the phone. She could only describe this new twist of events as blissful.

  The following gasp surprised Ty. Why did the announcement shock one of her best friends? Ty had loved Truxton since childhood, but she had to go through some shit to truly understand the strength of true love. Truxton had taught her the meaning of love and more important the commitment underpinning that love. “I could never marry another man, Mandy.”

  “Shit, you didn’t marry the last one.” Mandy’s voice dripped with sarcasm and warmth. “Or did you forget?”

  With a shake of her head, Ty dismissed the past. Their love had proved the strength of the bond between them.

  “Well,” Ty smirked. “I will this time.”

  She could hear Mandy rolling her eyes while her signature cinnamon-colored bob cut tresses swayed left to right. Yes, she knew her friend. Everything she did and said was loud. This was why she adored her. Mandy started shit, talked shit, but she also stuck around when shit got real rough. She’d been there for Ty through the addiction, through rehab, and especially during Truxton’s absence.

  “Oh, I know you will ‘cause if I buy another blue dress and your ass step one foot off that aisle runner, I’m going tackle you my damn self.”

  Tears rolled down Ty’s cheek. Happiness blossomed inside her. With one hand she wiped them away. “I want you to be one of my bridesmaids.”

  Laughter, not Mandy’s, but from her end of the receiver reached Ty’s ears.

  “Who’s that with you?”

  More growls and purrs joined the chorus and she realized the engines belonged to motorcycles. What the hell was Mandy up to now?

  “Girl, you know I sin way too much to get that close to an altar.

  “Why are you hanging with a biker gang, Mandy?”

  “Not a gang,” she said, exasperated. “I’m joining a motorcycle club, the Lady Guardians.”

  Ty sat up in bed. “What,” she exclaimed, real alarm raising her voice. “Do you own a bike? Hell, can you ride?”

  “No. And no,” she rasped.

  “So how are you joining anybody’s club? I’m confused.”

  “My girl, Shayla is trying to teach me. But, she got this possessive as fuck coochy doctor,” Mandy giggled, “sprung on her cotton candy-tootsie roll, so we keeping our club involvement on the down low.”

  Leave it to Mandy to find friends with drama so she has more gossip for her Lunchtime Dish Facebook page.

  “She’s dating a gynecologist who is bat shit crazy over her,” incredulity colored the words, “and she’s hiding the fact she’s in a motorcycle gang?”

  “Club, bish.” Mandy corrected. “And, yes.”

  Did Mandy even see the chaos this new connection would bring to her life? Of course, she did.

  “Mandy, seriously don’t show up to my wedding in a fucking body cast with a flea market bandana around your big ass head.”

  “Bish, you ain’t my mama. And,” she smacked, “I’mma show up with rope, duck tape, and the Creed 2 soundtrack.”

  Ty shook her head, knowing that this was Mandy’s way of saying count me in.

  “Thanks, girl. I love you.”

  She laughed, the sound soft and playful.

  “Don’t worry about a thing. I’d asked Lucy to make Shayla’s sister’s wedding dress, but you’re my girl. Ava can wait.”

  What? How could she give another bride-to-be the push off?

  “No,” Ty protested. “I can find someone else.” Though Lucy was the best seamstress off Broadway.

  “Gurl,” she drawled, “Ava Walters has waited four years to get married. Her ass is used to being a lady-in-waiting. Besides, yo’ shit is urgent. Truxton ain’t trying to pull no Bachelor of Shell Cove shit. No way is he waiting another year to tie the knot.”

  “You sure about this, Mandy?”

  “Heifer, hush,” she bellowed. “Mandy said it, now let’s make it so.”

  Not the third-person speak again. Back in college, whenever Mandy referred to herself like this we knew she would accomplish the task she’d deemed her prized goal.

  “You know it’s weird to refer to yourself in third person.”

  “Whatever,” she said, dismissing the comment. “Fiona, Lucy, Deja, Siah and I got your back.”

  “Thanks, Mandy.”

  The tension Ty felt before making the call eased from her shoulders.

  “Okay, gotta go.” Her voice was distant, distracted. But then she added, “And remember-“

  “What?” Ty asked, smiling from ear to ear.

  “If you turn McStupid with Truxton, I’m pulling out my whip-ass shoes and your butt is as good as whipped, roasted, and toasted.”

  The phone went dead. What the-

  “Mandy?” She repeated one, twice, three times. “You there?”

  Frowning, Ty held the received away from her ear, staring at her screensaver photo. The phone dinged an incoming message.

  It read: Bye, bish.

  Tynisha collapsed into the pillows and started laughing, that fucking Messy Mandy.

  The End

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  Lunchtime Chronicles: Dine & Dash Chap.1

  by Xyla Turner

  FIFTEEN YEARS ON THE job and what did I have to show for my commitment. A badge, gun, and an empty house with my dog, Ralph. When they say owners start to look like their dogs, I hoped not, because I just pulled two grey hairs out of my whiskers on my chin, then I looked at the many grey whiskers old Ralph had. Hopefully, my face wasn’t as droopy as eight-year-old German Shepherd. Forty-three didn’t feel like it should have.

  My brother has been dating this woman for a while now, and this dude tells me that he is going to pop the question to her.

  Pop the fucking question?

  Marriage?

  That was my response, and after I suggested running a full investigation into her past and her parent's, he hung up on me. I already had a file on Yadira. It had been months, and I’d met her, but he claimed he was happy.

  Whatever the fuck that means. Coy was getting regular pussy is more like it. Well, he was already getting it consistently as a glorified bachelor. My job was too fucked up just to be sleeping around with anyone. I was a rule follower, and I had no intention of losing my lively hood with some woman, who was probably a criminal mastermind, that I’d find out about later after the Sixty-minute episode. I could hear the headlines now, “Decorated Cop dishonored by the wily ways of a woman of the night” Or some bullshit like that.