The Rebound

by Sierra Hill

  Ah shit. Now I’m thinking about what’s between her legs. And wonder if she’s wet. Whether she’ll vibrate with need as I slide inside her pussy.

  Now I’m the one vibrating with need as I suck in a ragged breath, trying to ease the tension from my body. I’m restless and growing more and more impatient with every passing minute. The thrill of knowing we’ll be together soon, hopefully, naked on her bed, has me amped up and anxious for her arrival.

  I’m looking down at my phone when I hear the click of the latch, and I turn to face the door. She stands with her back to it, as her hand quickly locks it behind her. I stalk over to her, taking three large steps until I tower over her. Boxing her in. I see a glimpse of excitement gleam in her eyes, as I place my hands on both sides of her head. Keeping her where I want her.

  “What took you so long?” I nuzzle at her neck, my lips sucking in at the tender skin. I love the way she tenses, letting go of a full-body shudder.

  “I got stuck talking to Ainsley and Mica. I had to make an excuse to come up here.”

  “Mmm.” Is all I can say, as I begin placing open-mouth kisses down her neck, to her collarbone and across to the other side, sampling the flesh over there, too.

  My teeth bite down, suck the skin, suctioning hard right at the base of her neck. Kylah jerks her head back, her hands lightly pressing at my chest. She tastes so good and it’s driving me wild. Fumbling for her hands, I capture her wrists and swing them over her head, locking her into me.

  “I’m so hard for you, Ky.” I bring one of her hands down to my crotch, grinding her palm against the thickness hidden in my pants. My breath lodges in my throat at the exquisite feel of her touch.

  I capture her lips with mine, my tongue slipping through her lips and probing the warmth and wetness there. I’ve never fucked a girl up against a door before, but I’m more than willing to in this moment if she is. Kylah has other plans, though, as she wiggles her hand free from my grasp, still being held hostage above her head.

  Tearing my mouth away from hers, I marvel as both her trembling hands undo my button and pull at my zipper, yanking the tabs away so the outline of my dick is prominently displayed. It pulses in anticipation, as she runs her fingers down the length, tracing a sensual path as she burrows in. My body is swamped with desire, and I press my pelvis forward into her small hand.

  I swallow hard as I watch her hand move over the protruding appendage, my body shifting and punching into her grip. I pull at her lips, giving her another drugging kiss. She tilts her head, allowing me to ravage her as I mouth fuck her into a frenzy. I’ve barely had one beer tonight and yet the effects Kylah has on me makes me feel stumbling drunk. I’d lose my balance and fall if I tried to move right now.

  My virility is off the charts and I’m a stallion ready to unleash its beastly instincts, rocking against her hand. Just then, Kylah drops to her knees in front of me, taking my pants and boxers with her as she slides them down on legs. I kick them off and barely notice as they go flying across the floor.

  Before she does the unimaginable, she drops her head back and stares up at me with these wide, beautiful eyes. Without uttering a word, her gaze tells me everything. She wants me. She’s with me. She’s all mine.

  Then she blinks a few times before closing her eyes, leaning into my stick straight cock to swipe it with her tongue from base to tip. My chest rumbles a fiercely masculine sound. In order to keep myself upright, I have to lean forward and place my hands against the door.

  Her tongue roams around my rigid shaft, testing and touching it with light, whisper-soft strokes. God, I could come just like this. With barely a touch.

  I’m thinking I should find a way to direct us over to her bed when she wraps one hand around my cock, the other placed securely on my ass cheek which clenches under her touch. It’s then that the world stops spinning for a moment and the earth stands still. Kylah sucks me in deep.

  She whimpers against me, the sound so X-rated that I’m about two seconds away from losing it in her mouth.

  Do I want that? Oh, hell yes. The idea of shattering open and pulsing down her throat is what my fantasies are made of. Then again, I also want to unleash myself while I’m in her tight sheath, between her thighs.

  I take a calming breath and do the unthinkable. Dropping my hands to her head, I slowly dislodge her from my dick. Holy shit…if her sucking me wasn’t enough to have me shooting off like a rocket before, seeing her swollen, saliva drenched lips is truly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Am I doing something wrong?” She asks sweetly, with reservation, licking her lips that were just filled with me.

  Groaning, I shake my head, helping her to a standing position.

  “You were perfect, Ky. It was so good…but I want to fuck you. I want to come inside you.”

  She was just sucking me like a wanton woman, and yet she blushes like a virgin bride at my words. Such a contradiction, this girl of mine.

  “Without a condom?” Her question is eager. Hopeful.

  Fuck. Shit. Damn.

  There’s no way I could say no to that. I trust her. I know she’s been with no one else before me. It’s crazy, though. I never fucked without a condom, even with Lyndsay. We were always too scared something would happen and we’d be saddled with an unwanted pregnancy. How comically ironic can that be?

  And now here I am, only my second time hooking up with Ky, and I’m already throwing caution to the wind.

  Because fuck me, I want to feel her dripping wet pussy clenched around my dick.

  I growl, flexing my arms and lifting her up in my arms to walk us over to the bed.

  Setting her down on the edge, I quickly dispose of my shirt over my head, before staring into her soulful eyes.

  “Are you sure, Ky? Is that what you want?”

  Her eyes drop down to my dick, which is casting its vote as a definite Hell Yes, and then back up at me. She nods her head, a coy smile on her face.

  “I want to feel you inside me.”

  Her fingernails flutter across my belly, tracing a teasing path through the patch of hair below my navel, sending squirrely sensations throughout my nerve endings. My dick twitches with excitement it can’t contain, making the Kylah’s innocence even more pronounced as her breath hitches at the unbidden movement. I see her nipples harden underneath her dress, prompting me to get this show on the road.

  The dress is a V-neck jersey-like cotton material. I slip my hands under the material at the V and yank it down to expose her bra. She’s wearing a skimpy lace, see-through black bra which makes me wonder if her panties match. Noticing the front latch, I unsnap it and her tits pop free. She’s fucking perfect. Her pretty pink nipples are small and rosy, and right now they’re engorged, so ready for me to suck then into my mouth. Which I do.

  Bending over her chest, I pull one taut nipple into my mouth, delighting in the scent and the erotic little sounds of Kylah. She tastes so good and smells divine. I take one little nibble and she cries out.

  “Ah…oooooh.” I take that as a good sign and continue on.

  I get my hand into the game and begin fondling the other breast, flicking my thumb nail across the aroused flesh. I continue doing this for a bit, settling in between her legs, which are stretched out wide to accommodate my large frame. As I continue to suckle and sip at her flesh, her pelvis rocks against mine, seeking friction at her center.

  I’m now fairly certain that if I were to move my hand down underneath her panties, I would find them drenched. So this is exactly what I do, but not before I pull off her dress over her head. Her lush, pale-skinned body lays naked before me, except for the panties covering her sex. My eyes drink her in, a greedy, animalistic need flooding through me to take her hard and fast so she knows how much I want her.

  Tilting my hips to the side to make room, I allow my finger to glide across the slinky material. Sure enough, she’s so wet she’s seeping through the thin fabric. Touching her lightly at first, she stirs in response, moanin
g out a sexy breath. My own dick leaks when I peel back the edge of her panties and feel the moisture pooled between her legs. And then I sink my finger inside and all thoughts leave my head completely.

  I’m perilously close to coming when she begins to gyrate her hips in time to the rhythmic finger-fucking I give her. One of the surprising aspects of Kylah is that once she gets into it, she loses all inhibitions. She just seems to let nature take over, letting go of any and all insecurities she might have had.

  I’m pretty sure she’s close to orgasm, as I use my fingers to spread her wetness across her swollen clit. Her breathing is ragged, as her chest heaves with exertion, each time her heavy breasts lift and fall with short puffs of air. I take a swipe of her tits with my tongue before tasting her mouth once again, kissing her hard. Reveling in her taste. She tastes like cherry Jell-O.

  My thumb sweeps across her clit and then settles into a pattern of slow circles when I feel her body begin to stiffen. Her inner muscles tighten and flex, as she spasms around my finger finding her release, letting go with an intense cry.

  “Ohhhh.” It’s the most beautiful monosyllable word I’ve ever heard spoken.

  Her hands, which had been gripping the bed cover, are now relaxed, spread out in a windmill of sorts, her head lazily flopped to the side. I grin with satisfaction because there is no better feeling in this world than getting your girl off. Well, I guess it’s a close second next to getting off with her.

  As she remains still, I lift myself up allowing the space to slip down her panties, which are still on. When I look back up, Kylah is smiling at me, a sexy, wanton smile lighting her face.

  “You ready for me?” I ask, knowing that without a doubt, she’s wet and ready to take me in.

  Kylah nods her head, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she spreads out her legs and arms out like a temptress in an open invitation to fuck her.

  I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I grab my dick, slide between her luscious thighs, and poise the tip at her wet entrance. I think about our first time together, Kylah’s first time, and how I just slammed home, without taking my time. With slow and controlled movements, I push my cock inside her dewy folds just inch and then I stop.

  The suction of her tight pussy engulfs me in flames from her radiating heat. Pulling the tip back out, she sucks in a breath of air, which this time doesn’t seem to include any pain. Hopefully only pleasure.

  I sink back in, this time to the hilt, undulating my hips, gyrating them so my pelvis hits her clit each time our bodies meet. I’m zero to sixty in less than two seconds, my balls drawing tight, ready to launch any minute.

  “Fuck…you feel so good.”

  My strained voice is drowned out by the sounds of a jiggling door handle.

  We both stop – neither of us breathing – our eyes locked in wide-open terror. We search one another in silent question. Fear of being found out. The thrill of being caught fucking.

  “Ky? Are you in there?”

  Shit. It’s her sister.

  I watch in fascination as Kylah’s face contorts from worry to amusement, her eyebrows shooting up, a small grin appearing on her mouth. I can’t help myself, I bend down and kiss the corner of her mouth, before capturing her lips in a hard kiss, at the same time slowly gliding in and out of her.

  The knock on the door stops my progress once again. Now I’m growing impatient.

  “Does she know?” I whisper. Kylah nods her head once.

  “Go away, Kady. She’s busy.”

  Kylah throws her hand over her mouth, hiding the wide grin and amused expression.

  We can hear her sister on the other side of the door bark out a laugh.

  “I’m sure she is, Van…but tell her that Cade is looking for her. And he’ll be up here soon if you don’t hurry it up.” She pauses as I keep my eye on Kylah. There is nothing worse for a guy than being cock-blocked in the middle of blowing a nut. I did not want to suffer through blue balls all night, but if I had to stop, I would.

  “I’ll do my best to keep him distracted for a bit…might give you another fifteen minutes or so. But be quick about it…”

  There’s a few moments of silence and we hear Kady’s retreating footsteps, as our collective sighs echo in the room. I could laugh at the circumstances, but when I feel Ky’s grip tighten on my ass and the hip jerk she gives me, my attention resumes to her naked body underneath me.

  My cock, which deflated slightly at the interruption, roars back to life with a vengeance and a desire to continue where it left off. I yield to Kylah, who pushes me over so she’s straddling me. My palms grasp her hips, giving her some instruction, but otherwise, I let her have free reign.

  “I heard this position is…um, good for the girl.” A classic statistical comment from my scientific girl. She projects her pelvis forward, hitting a spot that seems to do the trick. “Oh my God, yeah…now I see why.”

  “You just needed empirical proof, huh?” I laugh.

  Her breasts jiggle in front of my face as she bounces and sways on my dick, and I can’t help but reach up and latch on with my hands and mouth. She looks so sexy on top of me, moving with the intention of getting us both off. I’m pretty close already, but I want her to come again, too.

  I reach for her wrist and bring her fingers to her pussy, her eyes popping wide to look down where we’re joined. She doesn’t say a word, just lets me guide her fingers through her folds, stroking her clit with every pass through. She mewls every time we hit the right spot.

  Kylah’s movements become hurried, jerky; until she’s twerking against me, her hand working at her clit in lightning speed.

  “I’m getting…close.” She purrs softly. And fuck yeah, so am I.

  I grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart hard, as she cries out. It thrills me to know that my fingers and thumbs will probably leave bruises. Her ass hits my thighs each time she comes down on my dick, and I begin to push my own hips upward in quick, successive thrusts.

  And then I feel it. Her inner muscles tighten up as she spasms around me, choking my dick like a vice. Two more thrusts and I’m shooting my load inside her, filling her up as I grunt out my release.

  Kylah allows her torso to fall down across my chest, both of us heaving in breaths of air, panting from the workout we just gave each other. I can feel the remnants of my release dripping out of her, and although it kills me to move, I know we have to get cleaned up so we can rejoin the party.

  “Van, will you stay with me tonight?” She asks tremulously, pressing herself up with her hands on my chest. My dick, which is still inside her, twitches at the thought of sleeping with Kylah in her bed, waking to find her naked and warm, rolling her over so I can fuck her again.

  I move her to the side, pulling out, instantly feeling the loss of her heat all the way to my toes. Propping myself up on my elbow to face her, I glide my fingers over her hip bone, reveling in the goosebumps I leave behind.

  “What about Cade?” I ask because that’s the only reason that would deter me from staying the night. With her mom gone, she and Kady have the house to themselves.

  Kylah bites her lip and smiles coyly. “He said he was spending the night at Ainsley’s. She has to be home for her sister.”

  “Okay.” I agree, because why wouldn’t I want to wake up in the same bed as Kylah? “That sounds like a great way to start off my New Year…with you.”

  21

  Kylah

  Best. Flipping. New Years’ Eve. Ever.

  We didn’t have much time to cuddle after Kady’s warning to hurry up, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. The only problem that seemed to throw me for a loop was the big hickey Van left on my right boob.

  I had no recollection of him marking me like that while we were making out, but when I turned on the bathroom light and saw my reflection in the mirror, I gasped in delight. I traced the small, circular bruise with the pad of my finger, relishing in the memory of Van’s mouth, lips, and body all over mine.

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p; That reverie quickly dissipated as I realized where the mark was located. It just so happened that my V-neck dress wouldn’t hide it all from prying eyes. I didn’t have a lot of make-up tricks to use but did my best to use the concealer I had to try to tone down the purplish mark. I figured the lights in the house are low enough and no one would notice anything to do with my chest, anyhow.

  Van and I decided to head down separately, with him going the front stairway and me taking the back, which leads down to the kitchen. I think it took us about five minutes to finally separate from one another, as we kissed hungrily at my doorway, the din from the party downstairs filtering up through the hallway, barely noticeable over the sounds of our heavy breathing.

  “Okay,” I say, pulling away reluctantly, placing my hands on his chest to push him away. His hands wrap around my wrists, holding me to him. “We need to get back downstairs.”

  He drops his head to me, his hair falling over our faces, kissing the tip of my nose.

  “I don’t want to go.” He whines. It’s pretty cute. I pull one of my hands free and slip a section of his hair back behind his ear.

  I’ve always been curious as to his hairstyle and why he has long hair. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure. If it’s, ‘do I want to fuck you again?’ Then the answer is an unequivocal yes.”

  I giggle at his audacity and his sexual appetite. I know if I brought my hand down to his crotch, he’d be hard again. The thought thrills me and sends frissons through my body – specifically to my nether regions.

  I give him a good-natured eye roll but am secretly elated that he wants me again so soon after we just had sex. I’ve had to pinch myself so many times over the last few days to make sure this thing is all real and not a dream fantasy of mine.

  I’m having sex with Donovan Gerard! Holy moly.