His Rebound Love

by Melissa Bender

  Her head tilted back as her hands roamed over my taut chest. “I’m starving, and I can kind of smell the food. Please feed me.”

  “With a fork or spoon?” I questioned, reaching for the silverware drawer. She laughed. I felt a hard swat on my ass and turned, brows raised. “Did you just spank me, Miss Dalton?”

  “You bet I did.” She grinned, her tongue sweeping out and across her pink lips. “I said feed me, as in move and let me at the food. I’m starving you know.”

  I backed away, the back of my feet hitting the pantry door, as I watched her pull out the full containers from the plastic bag. She made a slight moaning sound as she leant in, smelling them. “I think I could get used to this.”

  “Me bringing you food at midnight?”

  “Yes...” Her voice trailed off. “But I actually meant”—a glint of playfulness flashed in her eyes—“you being here with the food.”

  “I’m glad to be of assistance in some way.” I continued watching her dish up a plate of food like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Her cheeks were puffed up, filled with vegetable curry, as I asked, “Are you going to bed once you finish eating?”

  Nodding her head, that glint of mischief was back in her eyes as she finished eating and swallowed, licking her lips. She walked towards me, swaying her hips and long, lean legs. “Yes, and I thought maybe you want to join me?”

  “Sleepover at yours? I’m up for that.” I was definitely up for it.

  She laughed, shaking her head as she reached me. “I thought we could do something else first, though.”

  With her body pressing against mine, my arousal awakened, the need of being inside her stirring once more on my cock. I was about to ask what when she pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me slowly at first. My hand slid over the curve of her hip and down over her ass, pulling her closer.

  I had a vague idea of what we could do. “You. Me. Naked. Bed?” I questioned between the kisses, barely able to drag my mouth away from hers long enough to speak.

  “What you mentioned earlier...” She moaned as one of my hands sneaked up inside her shirt. “Take it off.”

  I grinned against her mouth, my eyes opening for a split second as I lifted the white fabric, pulling it over her head to reveal her full breasts ready to be palmed. What had I mentioned earlier? I was distracted, terribly distracted. Take it off? As in the condom? “Babies?”

  She pulled back, breaking the kiss with a laugh. “No. Not babies. You’re such a dork.”

  “Well.” I shrugged in defence. “Can’t blame me. I’m lost for words right now with you standing there in that.” I gestured to her naked torso, her full, luscious breasts. “Your tits.. fuck. I want to fuck them.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, I realised what I had just said. She stared, her mouth agape, looking lost for words. “Umm. Well, maybe after I ride you.”

  “What?” My heart was hammering in my chest. This was not what I had expected. Not when she looked ready to pass out at the mention of doing that earlier this morning.

  Reaching behind her back, I watched with complete focus as she began to peel her pink shorts down, along with a pair of black panties. Her legs slid out, and she stood back up completely naked, tossing them to me. They landed at my feet. I was still staring at her as she tried covering her chest and failed, her hands looking too small to cover her breasts. “Jackson, go and get some condoms. I want to ride you.”

  “Really?” Jesus, stop talking and fucking move. The woman wanted to ride.

  I hadn’t noticed her already starting to walk away, she was swaying her hips and perky ass as she walked. “When you’re done drooling like Sammie, you should come and find me. I’ll be the one naked in bed, waiting,”

  Fuck. “Do not fall asleep!”

  I practically stumbled over my own two feet as I bolted towards the door and raced over to mine. I dug through my bedside drawer, grabbing the box and almost knocking the lamp off the table. I headed back to hers, my heart racing and dick tingling as I walked into her apartment, following the trail of clothing.

  There she lay, wide awake and hair splayed out on the pillow. I tossed the white and yellow box towards her, and she raised a brow. “A whole box? You’re hopeful.”

  “I just don’t want to leave until you’re well and truly satisfied.” I began undressing. It didn’t take long till my shirt, sweats, and boxers were all off and I was climbing in the bed beside her, pulling her close as I went in for a kiss.

  I was pushed to my back with Sienna straddling my hips as I sheathed on a condom. Her red hair had fallen around her face. I watched her as she watched me. She brought a hand up, gathering it all to one side as she sat on my lap. Her eyes were full of lust and desire.

  I had been dreaming of this. Just the thought of her sweet body and the view as she takes me made my cock stiffer than ever. But to actually see it, to feel her on top of me—so innocent and yet knowing there was a hidden sex goddess inside—was a different high. I wanted to bring that out. She pushed her hands down onto my tanned chest… her hips raising as I filled her completely.

  Fuck, yeah.

  It was better than the dreams.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  She stretched lazily, not a clue that she had been the centre of my persistent gaze for some time this morning. I had woken up aroused, watching her sleep. We had done nothing but kiss and cuddle last night. A first since we had started dating three weeks ago.

  Pure beauty radiated from her. There was not a hint of makeup on her face, and her hair was tousled, splayed against the aqua pillow. I found myself always watching her, fascinated by the little things she does like how she scrunches her nose at the sight of a raw sushi, although she has never even tried it. She refuses to. If she cuts her finger in the kitchen, she would pout and act as if her hand had just been sliced off, waiting for me to clean and bandage her back up. She did this for a living, and she wanted me to be the one to take care of her. She liked to walk in the park on her days off, watching the world go by. She was happy with less, and somehow, she was happy to be with me.

  My gaze drifted lower to her body hidden beneath the sheet that caressed her bare skin. She was the type of woman you could easily arouse, but making her come was a whole different story. It was not an easy task. It was something that had only been accomplished a few times during our lovemaking.

  I wanted to make her come this morning before we began our lazy Sunday together.

  She began to turn face down into the bed, a quiet little moan escaping from her lips as she snuggled further down, the sheets caressing her bare skin.

  I approached her from behind. My arms engulfed her, wrapping around her body as I began to pull her back into me. Her head turned in surprise, half-asleep with heavy-lidded eyes lit by her growing cat-like smile as our eyes met. She lazily smiled as our cheeks touched. I blew my breath against her ear, trailing my lips on her neck. She released a quiet gasp as I slowly kissed my way back to her earlobe, biting gently.

  My hands were on her bare breasts, holding her close. “I want you. I need you... right now.”

  “You have me.” Her words were soft, honest, and true.

  My mouth almost hung in amazement, the devilish grin almost taking over as I spun her around, and kissed her. The lower half of my body rested between her parting thighs. I was unable to hide my arousal as I pressed against her. Her chest rose, a moan escaped, and I felt the fullness of her breasts pushing against me.

  My hand traced up her back, caressing her neck, cheek, and the back of her head. I ran my fingers through her hair as we kissed. The taste of morning breath didn’t concern me. My other hand slid to the small of her back, just above her ass, as I ran my fingers in small circles, pulling her closer against me.

  The sounds she made sent a shiver up and down my spine. The tingling in my groin grew to the point of exploding as I felt her getting soaked around me.

  I could feel her arms fall limply to her sides. Her lips parted, and our tongue
s met. Our chests pressed together, skin on skin. We parted momentarily, staring into her each other’s eyes, but our mouths soon raced back together.

  We were both starving for each other’s taste.

  Her hands were on my body, a feeling I would never tire from, one holding my hip and the other against my chest. I groaned. She smelt so good. I wanted to taste, but I was unable to pry myself from her lips. I never wanted to let her go. Our eyes locked as I pulled away, and she smiled shyly. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered. She blushed, but there was no need. She made my mornings beautiful, every single one.

  My hand moved from the curve of her bottom, rising to cup her breast. I leant back in to kiss her again, groaning as she got my dick in her hand, stroking me. Chills ran through my body. Shuddering from instant pleasure, I bent, kissing her breast and flicking her nipple with my tongue. Her moans increased. I had to taste more of her.

  I exhaled as the warmth of her breath hit my ear. She was kissing, licking, and biting at me. I moaned, lifting my mouth from her breast. My tongue traced up her skin along her collarbone. “I want to taste you.”

  Cheeks rubbing, our faces turned to each other. She opened her eyes. “I haven’t showered.”

  “It’s not up for debate.” I was going to taste her regardless.

  Our mouths met for a brief kiss before I slowly lowered down, my face pausing on her navel. I pushed the thoughts aside and continued down, kissing her soft skin.

  Her legs welcomed me, parting wider. Her hands fell into my hair. My middle finger slipped inside, and my tongue swirled at her clit. She eagerly accepted with a moan, her thighs quivering as I slid my free hand up her stomach towards her breast.

  I was stretched out on the bed, naked and hanging my feet over the edge. My cock was stiff, yearning to be inside, but I wanted her to come first. I needed her to come before I even think about my own pleasure.

  My mouth was tasting her from her clit to her hole, her juices flowing at my fingertip. Her hands twisted in my hair, and my mouth lifted momentarily, long enough to see her eyes clenching shut. Her cries and moans were growing more auditable.

  “Come for me, Sienna... Come for me, baby.” My mouth returned to her core, sucking her deeply.

  I felt her twitch as her legs began to shake, and her breathing quickened as I flicked my tongue over her clit faster. I inserted another finger, curling and pounding it against her g-spot. She came loudly, pulling at my hair. I savoured the taste, hungrily drinking her up. Her hands jerked my face away as her breath fell short and shallow.

  I pushed up, rising to my knees as I reached for a condom. My passion for her consumed me. “I need to fuck you.”

  My throbbing cock was in my hand as I lower back between her legs. She was just as eager as her hands went to my ass. They were always grabbing my ass. She was pushing me towards her soaked entrance. I groaned, rubbing myself at her opening over and over. Her hips raised as her moans rang in my ears, arousing me even further.

  With a single thrust, I filled her up.

  It was as if everything froze around us. Nothing in this world would matter. It was just the two of us and the weight of my body against hers, half-supporting myself as I rest my elbows on either side of her head. As our eyes met once again, my hips started to move, leaning in to kiss her.

  I pounded deep inside her, faster and faster, needing the release. Her moans were always my undoing. I wanted her to come. I wanted to feel her tighten around me once again. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to focus, trying to hold off.

  The way my name sounded on her lips... The feel of her sweet body beneath mine…

  My climax hit hard and fast, thrusting into her deeper, needing the feeling to last longer as I buried myself inside of her.

  Our bodies came to a standstill, coming down from the high we had created together. My arms took some of the weight off of her over the bed. Her warmth surrounded me completely. She placed a kiss where my face was buried, in the crook of her neck. Tasting the salt on her skin as I listened to her breathing, calmed me down, almost putting me back to sleep.

  I was unsure if it was her heart beating or mine. Maybe they were both beating in unison. My lips brushed her neck and traced back to her mouth, peppering it with soft kisses. “I cannot get enough of you.”

  She smiled, too exhausted to speak, just lying there. Her cheeks flushed with colour. She was agreeing.

  My hand stroked her tousled hair, splayed and damp across the pillow.

  I reluctantly pulled out, the need to be back in almost desperate. I dropped the condom and reached for another.

  “Again?” She giggled softly as I slid another one.

  “Yeah.” I glanced at her, placing myself back between her legs. “I want you to come this time.”

  “I might not…” she trailed off, her hips mirroring my slow grind. She moaned. “Feels so good.”

  Nodding, I felt her soft, wet folds warmly slide over my shaft. Our bodies communicate, knowing each other almost. I felt her completely around me and lowered back down.

  I kept the pace deliberately slow, moving for her, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, my strokes long and slow. I wanted her to come more than I want my own release. I took her face back in my hands, brushing my lips against hers as we kissed. Our tongues met, connecting once again.

  The kiss was passionate and full of purpose, unspoken words as we lose ourselves, getting lost in each other.

  “Jax…” She moaned, breaking the kiss. “Don’t stop, please.”

  My lips flew straight to her neck, her salty sweat against my tongue as I sucked.

  I could feel her contracting around me. She was coming. Her moans picked up, and her hips started to rise up and down as her legs locked me in. I moved at the same pace, only starting to go deeper.

  Her orgasm hit through hard. She cried, trembling beneath me. Oh, yes. My fingers tangled in her hair as the orgasm built up in my balls, shooting out and losing myself in pleasure with her.

  I collapsed on her, my breath starting to steady. I finally lay on my back, and my arms automatically go out beneath her, drawing her in. She moved, nestling against my side with a leg draped between mine and her arm hugging over my torso. It was comfortable. I enjoyed it, the feeling of her against me.

  No words were spoken. It was quiet, and I heard her own breathing begin to steady as she drifted back to sleep. I leant in, placing a kiss on her forehead. I myself was starting to drift off until there was a knock on the door and I was startled awake.

  Sienna stirred, mumbling something incoherent against my chest. “Are you expecting someone?” I asked, and the knocking came again.

  She opened her eyes, looking freshly fucked and utterly exhausted. “No, did you order pizza?”

  I smiled, chuckling. “It’s not even nine am. I’ve not left this bed all morning.” I started to get out of the bed, going to see whoever it was waking us up and telling them to fuck off.

  Sienna picked up her phone, rubbing her eyes as she let out a yawn. “Oh, no.”

  “What’s wrong?” I halted in the doorway.

  She didn’t need to tell me, as the voice on the other side of the door called out. “Sienna, don’t make me wait all morning for you to answer the door, please!”

  My eyes shot open. I was more awake now. I quickly glanced around the room as I stood naked, too caught off guard to move and dress. I just stared at her, my mouth agape as she looked at me in shock.

  So I asked the only question that seemed appropriate. “I guess I’m meeting your mother today?”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  “She’s done another one of her surprise visits.” Sienna stood, looking completely panicked. Her eyes were to me when they widened. They were green, bright, and completely mortified. “Oh, my god! You’re in my apartment.”

  I could see where she was going with this. “Does she know we’re dating?”

  “Yes. No… I may have forgotten t
o tell her about us.” She reached for a black bra as she raced around, slipping her arms through and turning her back to face me. “I’ve told you about my mother. She’s full-on and nosy. She’s going to know we’ve been… Well, you know.”

  “Yes?” I pressed, wanting her to say the word fucking. I took each strap in my hand, hooking the links through the second row. Leaning in, I kissed her shoulder once the bra was clipped up. “With the way you look right now, she’s going to know we’ve just finished—”

  She cut me off, spinning around. Her head was shaking no as she held a finger firmly against my lips. “No, don’t say it. She can probably hear us.”

  “Well, I doubt that. Do I have time for a shower?” I asked, watching her shimmy her hips into a pair of red boy short panties. “I’d prefer to smell half decent before I met your mother.”

  Leaning in, she sniffed my chest. “You smell fine.”

  “I’d really rather smell like something other than sweat, sex, and your pussy.”

  A gleam flickered in her eyes as she tossed me my clothing from last night. I caught them. “I like that you smell of me. Maybe you smelling like that all the time will keep the other women away from you.”

  She was referring to my ex, who had unfortunately called when I was taking a shower two nights ago, and Sienna had happened to see the caller I.D. She had not commented, but I was waiting for it. All girls stewed over things, waiting for the right time and moment to throw all the shit men do back in their faces. Years down the track, she would possibly bring it up.

  “Sienna, there’s no other woman.” I needed her to believe me. It was just her.

  Ignoring me, she said, “My mother is still knocking on the door. We need to get dressed and answer it before she literally breaks the door down.” Her eyes widened. She bent down and picked up the used condoms, looking completely mortified. “Oh, my god! Where do I put these?”

  “What a waste of a good load.” I smirked, pulling the shirt over my head. “Leave them out, and I guarantee that she’ll never come here unannounced again.” It was something I should do to my own mother.