His Rebound Love

by Melissa Bender

  “Who?”

  “My mother. She brought these. I didn’t even know they were in here.” My expression was grim. Fuck. How could I perform now while wearing a rubber compliments from my mum? “Mood killed?” I half-heartedly laughed.

  Sienna’s eyes looked up with lust as her hand wrapped around my dick, stroking slowly. I grew hard and soon, my focus was back on her.

  Sweat was already covering my back as I lowered down, pressing against her tight, warm entrance. Her breathing stilled, and I kissed her—kissing her as I knew what would come would hurt. I wanted her mind to relax, to be free from any worries or fears.

  As I pushed, her legs clamped tighter around my thighs, her fingers digging into my shoulder blades. I didn’t pause. I went in probably quicker than intended as she stifled a cry against my mouth, her teeth biting into my lower lip as our mouths kissed harder.

  Now completely inside her, I stopped moving. Fuck. I would come very soon. Too soon.

  I was not going to ask if she was okay. Of course, she wasn’t. She was in pain. Instead, I chose my words carefully. I wanted her to feel them. “You’re so beautiful,” I told her, as I slowly started to move.

  She didn’t respond. I didn’t think she would as she was grabbing onto me for dear life. Her breathing was deep, shallow, and sometimes there would be a soft moan, but I was too focused on my own control. My groans grew louder with each thrust as I plunged into her. Her pussy was wet and warm, a pool of pleasure that had never felt so good. She was gripping my arms, and my undoing was opening my eyes from the kiss and looking into hers. I didn’t last five minutes before I came so hard my balls ached with release.

  She hadn’t come. Not that I expected her to. I wasn’t some sex god, and it had been close to a year for me. I would make sure she did the next time. I would try my damn hardest to get her off during sex.

  Pulling out slowly, I took the condom off, tying it in a knot before tossing it aside on the floor. Staring down at her for a moment, I notice a slight redness between her thighs from the blood. Her naked body was bare and completely mine. I had never seen such a beautiful sight. Her full breasts and milky skin were enough to cause a reaction from my cock—a reaction of need once more.

  I fought the urge to take her again. Lying back beside her, I pulled her in close, the same way I held her during the evening and night. She fit perfectly in my arms, and it was a place I could stay forever.

  Now was the time to ask her as I pulled up the covers over us both, kissing her bare shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  “That was it?” She turned, glancing over her shoulder with a brow raised. “That’s what the big deal is all about?”

  Well, fuck. Boom. My ego was shot to shit. “Uhh…”

  She began to giggle, and I realised she was playing with me. “I’m kidding! You were great. It was… Well, I’m not going to lie. It hurt like a lot, but I can’t wait to do that more with you.”

  “You had me worried for a second there. Thought I had disappointed you.”

  “No. You’re amazing. Very sweet and gentle. Was it okay for you?”

  She had to be kidding.

  “Your pussy is like heaven. I was trying not to come so quick.” I couldn’t wait to get inside her again. My now hard cock was proof of that.

  Her laughter was contagious. She turned, facing me in her arms. Our naked bodies were close, intertwined as I leant in more, kissing her nose gently.

  “This may be very cheesy, but I’m glad it was with you.”

  I smiled. “Me too.” I was more than fucking glad I was the only man to experience her body.

  We made love twice more that day.

  I had awoken around six am. I got up quietly, not wanting to wake her from the deep sleep she was in. My eyes got distracted as she mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, rolling over and wrapping her arm beneath the pillow. Half her naked body was on display. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to get lost in her again, but she needed rest.

  A cold blast of water woke me fully. I was tired beyond words but felt more alive than I had in years. Sienna. The smile appeared instantly as just the fact she was asleep in my bed. I felt happy, and not just because we had fucked for a good part of yesterday. She just made life seem easy.

  Colt and Sammie were sleeping on the floor after a bowl of food each. I took my coffee and walked outside on the deck, looking towards the city. I did not want to go to work, but a man has to pay the bills somehow. I drained my coffee, turning and stopping in my tracks as Sienna came out, wearing an old, grey jumper of mine and nothing beneath, as far as I could tell.

  “I thought I’d let you sleep in. Enjoy the rest.” I stepped indoors, smiling at how sexy she looked. She had that tussled hair that looked like she had been well fucked. “How are you feeling?”

  She came towards me, her long, lean thighs starting to distract me once again. Her lips pressed to my cheek as she stood on her toes to kiss me. “I feel wonderful. Sore, but wonderful.” She pulled away, only to lean against the counter. “I would have preferred you to wake me.”

  Setting the cup down, I picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter. “And not make you come again? I’m disappointed in myself.”

  She pushed my chest, her cheeks heating up as she rolled those green eyes. “You got me off with your mouth. I think that’s good enough for now.”

  “I’d prefer to get you off with my dick.”

  “So blunt as always.” She sighed, her shoulders dropping. “Maybe tonight you can, but don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ve had sex three times in my entire life. Maybe I’m not able to come during sex. It’s not that uncommon.”

  My eyes narrowed, my voice lowering. “Sweetheart, you’ll come when you ride me tonight.”

  I had to laugh as her eyes widened. “What?” She squeaked. That innocence was back. “But, I like you on top.”

  “You might like being on top, having control and fucking me the way you want.” I sure as hell wouldn’t mind that. “Heck, you might enjoy being bent over or taken upside down. There’s only one way to find out.”

  “Well, when you say it like that... Tonight, it’s a date.” She grazed her fingertips down my chest, her legs tightening around my hips. I resisted the urge to flex into her and let her feel that I wanted her now. “What time do you finish?”

  I glanced at the black watch on my wrist. My gaze then diverted back to her. “If I leave now, I should be home by five, maybe sooner. What time do you start?” I didn’t want either of us to go in, I wanted to stay and spend the day spooning, eating takeout, and getting lost in each other’s bodies.

  “Not till eleven. I’m on nights for three days.” The disappointment flashed in her eyes. She got something in that curious head of hers. “I should get going, go home and shower.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  She looked up, shaking her head. “Nothing.”

  “Tell me.” I wasn’t taking nothing for an answer.

  Her cheeks reddened. Chewing on that plump lip of hers, she finally answered me. “Will you call me?”

  That explained a lot. I needed to remember that she has never dated before. This was all new.

  I didn’t know whether to be proud of the fact I was her first everything or be slightly worried that she was going to want to go out and explore everything else sex and men could offer her.

  “I’ll text as often as I can.” Reaching up, my fingers skimmed along her jaw towards her collarbone. “I’m going to visit you at work. Send you flowers, chocolates, and cards written with filthy things that I want to do to your body once you’re home.” My voice deepened. My hand slid against the fabric of my jumper she wore, feeling her erect nipple as I traced over it with my thumb. “I’m going to spoil you, take you out for dinner and lunch. I will spend my day thinking about you, how you taste, smell, and feel.” Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping them. My fingers trailed lower, and I leaned in to press my lips to hers. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. M
y body craved her. My cock was hard, needing to be buried deep inside her. “So yes, I’m going to call you.”

  “Keep going.” She urged, getting aroused.

  Fuck. I was aroused.

  Reaching beneath the jumper, my fingers skimmed over her thighs, pushing them apart and reaching further. A low groan I couldn’t keep in escaped as I felt her wet folds. “I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”

  My words hadn’t registered to her as confusion swept through her, her brow dipping as I bent to my knees and moved in, inhaling her scent. “What are you—Oh… oh, my god…”

  “Not god. Jackson.” I pointed out. I was the one making her feel this way and not anyone else. My eyes flickered up to hers as I slowly pushed my tongue out, tracing circles around her hard nub. Her hips rocked forwards, and her eyes closed as she moaned.

  “You have work…” she said in between pants. My fingers were now buried deep inside her, sliding in and out as I watched her reaction. I wanted to see her come undone.

  Curling my fingers, I pressed against her g-spot. “I can push a couple meetings back, baby.”

  “Jackson…” Her voice was wavering. Her breathing quickened even more as she dragged her fingers through my hair, pulling my face towards her. Her hips pushed into my hungry mouth. She was close.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck my face. Show me how you want it.” I groaned, licking and sucking her clit harder. Her taste was addictive. I wasn’t going to work until she had come and I had fucked her.

  I supported her trembling legs on my shoulders as she came, not minding her death grip on the back of my head. I kept licking, sucking, and tongue fucking her until her orgasm subsided. I stood up then, but she was needy, pulling me in for a kiss.

  My mouth was covered in her, tasting of her. She didn’t care. Her tongue was against mine.

  She was already reaching for my belt as I pulled my slacks off. Boxers down and cock out, I pressed back into her. The kiss was quick but just as passionate as before. We were both ready. We didn’t need to even try to make it happen. My cock slid easily inside her. The warmth and softness were overwhelming, making us both moan. Pressing into one another over and over, our bodies slid as we breathed heavily. With my hands tangled in her hair, I intentionally pulled back to watch her. My cock was in and out, thrusting into her very being, and the electricity between us seemed to pull us together, flowing right through the friction our moving bodies were creating. Her eyes glazed over as I felt her tightening and gripping at me. I couldn’t stop it, and it hit before I was able to pull away. The orgasm was fast, full, and together.

  She came watching me, clawing at me. I was just as needy, spilling every last drop inside her. I paused for a moment, slumping over the counter as I let my body recover.

  Her fingers relaxed from grabbing my ass cheeks. Our eyes connected, and at that moment, I was not alone.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  My mind was elsewhere. More specifically, my mind was on Sienna.

  The events this morning in the kitchen, without a doubt, had distracted me in many ways. Yeah, she had come around my cock, and I had never felt anything so pleasurable. The way she gripped me like a vice and the moans she made as I kept fucking her until I had grown soft and limp… It was all very distracting. She panicked the second I pulled my wet cock out, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

  I came inside of her.

  She wasn’t on the pill.

  No protection.

  She left my apartment in a rush, and I felt like a complete jackass for not going after her. I figured she needed time, time to calm down or time to do whatever chicks do when they are panicking over the small things.

  This, however, wasn’t so small. It could determine our entire future if something or someone was to be the outcome. Kids were always in my future, but I wanted to be selfish and keep Sienna to myself for a couple of years before we even thought about making babies.

  Jesus! I fucked up. Both of us fucked up.

  We had been in such a heated rush of desire. We didn’t even take a second to think about things. Both of us were intoxicated with one another, needing each other. The chemistry between us was fucking magnetic. Once we started, it was incredibly tough to stop.

  I went on with my day, wanting to pick up the phone and call but knowing she’d be getting ready for work. I settled on a text instead. My boss wants to know why I keep on smiling. I told him I met you.

  Her reply came a few minutes later. It felt like forever as I waited, watching for my iPhone to light up.

  I miss you. Sorry about this morning.

  My stomach knotted up. She wasn’t to blame. I noticed my next appointment had arrived, and I quickly typed out a reply. We’ll talk more tonight about it. Text me when you’re home

  I sent another one immediately after. I miss you, too.

  We would talk and get this out in the open. Unlike with Jasmine, I was determined not to fuck this up somehow. Speaking of her, she was still persistent with her calls. I kept ignoring her and was contemplating of blocking her number. It was only a matter of time before she showed up at my apartment, and that was a meeting I would rather not take.

  I left work just before five. The good thing about living in the city was I could walk to work and back within twenty minutes. I changed, took Colt for a run to the park, and grabbed Thai on the way back home. I would need to start learning how to cook. Mum would throw a fit if she knew I had been eating takeout every night since I had moved in.

  I really ought to call her and thank her for the packet of condoms she had brought me. Now I understood her ‘be safe’ lectures.

  My phone buzzed just before midnight. I had almost fallen asleep watching some show on Netflix. Sienna was home and told me not to worry about coming over. Did she not want to see me? Obviously.

  She should have known by now that I was not going to listen.

  Her eyes were tired as she opened the door, leaning her head against the wooden frame. “I told you not to come over. It’s late, and you need sleep.” Her breasts were bare beneath her white sleep shirt as a pair of light pink cotton boxers showed off her long legs. She didn’t think I was going to show up.

  I stepped closer, bending and placing a chaste kiss on her lips. I could taste the coffee and sugar in them. She was addictive. I am addicted to her. I pulled away. “I wanted to see you.”

  I wanted to kiss you, again.

  “It’s late.” She yawned, pushing the door open further. “I’m about to eat something easy for dinner, probably two-minute noodles, and then crash.”

  I held up the takeout in my hand. I had purposely brought enough for her earlier. “Thought I’d repay you for the Chinese the other night.” I wasn’t taking no for an answer as I walked in, placing the food down on her bench top. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen area. “How was work?”

  She took a seat, watching me. “Work was a win. Successfully resuscitated a forty-five-year-old male who had a massive heart attack and went into cardiac arrest. How was your day?”

  I looked at her, very impressed. “Meetings, the usual. It was fairly busy, but tomorrow will be busier.”

  I stopped what I was doing, making my way back towards her. Her hair has half-fallen. She wasn’t her usual self, and that scared the utter shit out of me. The faded smell of vanilla hit my nose as I stood behind her, starting to knead my fingers into her shoulders, massaging them. “What’s wrong? Are you still worried about this morning?”

  “Do we need to talk about that now?” she asked, her shoulders slumping. She appeared as if she wore the weight of the world on her shoulders.

  We didn’t have to. “We should. Let’s get it out in the open.”

  Her shoulders tensed, and she shrugged my hands away, spinning on the white bar stool. “You’re right. I’m freaking out because there’s a chance we could have gotten pregnant, and it was completely stupid of me for not stopping you.”

  “Don’t call yourself
stupid.” I softly shut her up. “Yes, we were both too caught up, but it’s not your fault.”

  “We’ve been dating for less than a week. Jesus! It was like one whole day, and I don’t want an accidental pregnancy. That’s pretty much forcing you to stick around.” She stood up, rubbing her eyes with her small hands as she walked over to the sink, picking up a glass and filling it with water. “I’m freaking out, Jackson. I don’t want you to feel forced to be with me, especially when you decide I’m just nothing special.”

  It angered me how she could think so little of herself.

  My feet were already taking large strides before I knew it. In a split second, I was in front of her, taking the cold glass from her hands before she could take another mouthful. I sat it back on the counter and took her face in my hands. Leaning in, I whispered, “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere, neither are you. If by chance, you end up pregnant, we will work through it. We’re both adults, and we’ll figure it out together like adults.” I wasn’t going to run. No way. “I won’t lie and say it hasn’t scared the shit out of me either, but there’s nothing we can do now. We’ll just be more careful.”

  “I need to go on the pill or get a shot. I can’t until we’re positive I’m not… you know.” She looked afraid like a timid mouse in the sights of a hunting cat.

  I nodded, understanding her very well. “I’ll make a mental note to wear condoms and have them all over the apartment and yours”— I locked eyes with her, those green orbs of hers filled with curiosity—“for when I have an urge to take you.” My smile grew, my eyes softening. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You smell like Colt.” She leant in, sniffing my navy shirt. “I like the way you smell.”

  “Like a wet dog?”

  “No.” Her laughter rang through my ears. I was just glad she wasn’t kicking me out. “You smell masculine. Sweaty. I like it.”

  “You’re one of a kind.” I pressed against her, my arms tightly winding around her waist, holding onto her for dear life. “But you’re my one of a kind.”