His Rebound Love

by Melissa Bender

  I groaned, my cock stirring. “In a second. I have something for you first.” I had almost cancelled, thinking this weekend was going to turn out differently than I had planned. “You have the weekend free, right?”

  “Yeah, why?” I led her by the hand to the laptop and brought up the page where we were going to go stay. “Oh, my god. We’re going to stay there?” Her eyes grew wide. She was almost squealing as she viewed the pictures.

  “We leave in the morning.”

  She gazed over her shoulder at me. “Did you book this to make up for being a jerk earlier on?”

  I laughed. “No, I didn’t. I booked it after work as a surprise, but yes, I am trying to make up for being a jerk.”

  “Well, one way to start… is getting me off with your mouth.”

  In the back of my mind, all I could hear was my sister singing I told you so. Ugh.

  I helped her up, a girly giggle filling the room as I pulled her to me. I found myself huskily groaning as I rubbed against her hips. “First, I want to see those panties.”

  I pulled her jeans down slowly, bending at the knees and taking each foot out. My hand skimmed up her thighs, towards her inner thigh. Pushing her shirt up, I froze, smelling her arousal as I came face to face with her bare cunt.

  “Mm, I lied… I’m not wearing any!”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  It made sense after eight weeks of dating that we would do the whole couples night out with our friends. It wasn’t planned. Sienna was going out with her friends while mine wanted to catch up for a few rounds. Of course, we were out separately until I texted her and mentioned the bar we were at. I may have insinuated that I would like her to come and join me, as I missed her like crazy.

  We had only been together two months, but it felt longer.

  My mates had no clue that she was coming around. They would call me pussy-whipped if they knew or accuse her of stalking me by just showing up there. When they walked into the bar, she flashed me a smile and made their way to a different table.

  I knew what she was doing. She wanted me to go over, flirt a little, and pick her up.

  Apparently, she wanted to see what it felt like being owned.

  Those books were a fucking nightmare. I picked one up the other night and read about some rich bloke called Cross, fucking in a limo. I gave it back after a couple of paragraphs. Sienna offered to read it aloud to me. I rolled over and went to sleep.

  I had been eye fucking her for a good few minutes. She was wearing some little shorts and just a simple white tee. She liked to choose comfort over anything else, while I preferred her naked over wearing clothing.

  I was scanning my eyes over her long legs when Dylan interrupted my train of thoughts. “Heard from Jasmine lately?”

  My insides stiffened as I eyed him suspiciously. I hadn’t, thank fuck. “No. Why?”

  “Hey, bro, I was just asking.”

  I relaxed a little, but I was still on edge. The last thing I wanted or needed was Jasmine calling around again. “She used to call every day, and now she’s stopped.” For good, hopefully. I didn’t want to hear from her, and hopefully, she took my last advice and fucked off.

  Sensing the tension, Zack fished out his worn leather wallet. “I’ll get next round?”

  “I’ll go.” I had some flirting to do, anyway.

  Dylan cocked his head to the side after doing a quick glance at the bar for new pussy, slyly nudging his thumb in her direction. “Isn’t that your woman over there? The redhead?”

  “Yes.” I didn’t need to look to know who he was talking about. She was the only one in there with red hair flowing down her back. “That’s my girl.”

  “You’re really dating her?”

  “Is there a question, or are you just pointing out that I’ve got a hot chick waiting to be hit on?” I grinned, picking up my empty glass and swallowing the last of the beam.

  “I’ve got one. Does the carpe—”

  I gave Zach a look that said ‘finish your sentence, and I’d fucking end you.’ Holding his hand up in defence, he shut up. Good, man. Mates or not, she was my girl, and I would not tolerate any of their smart-ass bullshit if it’s about her.

  I left the boys, making my way over to the table where three girls were talking. She didn’t spot me as I engulfed her in my arms, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Hey, sexy.”

  She giggled, turning her head, and our eyes met. “That’s how you pick up a woman? You just go up and do that?”

  “No.” I didn’t go out and pick up women. She knew that. “You said you wanted to feel owned.”

  “True. I was just expecting something else.” She was disappointed. She had never told me that, though.

  “People looked, isn’t that enough?” I smiled at her friends, who were staring with their mouth agape. “Evening, ladies. Mind if I steal your friend for a bit?”

  The one wearing glasses shook her head. “Umm, no! Grab a drink and sit! We have some grilling to do.”

  “Grill away, but you’ve got two minutes as I have thirsty friends.” I grinned, wrapping my hands around Sienna’s hips and prying her from her seat and over to my lap. She was pulling me down to meet her kiss. She was tipsy, and not the slightest bit shy to kiss me in a bar full of people.

  After an intense grilling, which mostly entailed empty threats. Sienna stood up, took me by the hand, and dragged me over to the floor where people were dancing. I was not a dancer. Never once did I go and join Jasmine in a dirty grind. Sienna was grinning widely, pulling at me to join her.

  “I don’t dance.” I pointed out as we stood there among everyone else who was hooking up for the night.

  “One dance.” She pouted. Her eyes growing doe-eyed.

  I fucking danced and grinded her so hard, her cheeks flushed with arousal. My cock was hard from her ass rubbing against me. Three songs later, she was sliding her hands up my chest. “Mm, take me home…”

  Alcohol turned her noticeably hornier.

  “Soon, baby.” I promised. “We’re out with friends, remember?”

  “I want to go home and make babies with you!”

  I was not as drunk as her, but this admission did not panic me. It was the shots of tequila speaking. “How many are we going to make?” I played along, pulling her towards a quiet corner off the dancefloor.

  “Two! No, three! Maybe four!”

  She had obviously thought about this. I wouldn’t lie, I had to. “How about we start with one?” I laughed. “We can go from there.”

  Her hands ran through my hair once again as she pressed against me. My footing stumbled, and my back hit the wall. “I love you. I love you so much.”

  I think I needed to take her out drinking more often. She was very flirty. “I love you, too.”

  We joining our friends at a larger table. The music was not so loud, and we could all hear each other speak. My mates were on their best behaviour after I reminded them that Sienna’s friends were married and there was no chance they would get laid. Drinks were flowing, and soon, we were left alone with just Dylan and Zach. Her two friends had caught a taxi back home. It was not hard to tell that my mates were captivated by Sienna and her job. I had heard enough questions about how often people die during sex. It was not something I needed to think about.

  Her hand had been rubbing against my crotch for a good twenty minutes. I was going to come if she kept it up. I placed my hand over hers, lifting it to my lips and placing a soft kiss. “Care to walk a drunk man home?”

  Her eyes grew bigger. “Yes.”

  I laughed. My friends also noticed that we were starting to get up and leave. Zach checked her out as she turned around and wrapped her arms around me. I didn’t mind. He could look all he fucking wanted. I knew he would never cross the line and touch her. As much as a sleaze they could be, they would not ever cross that line.

  “It was nice meeting you all.” Sienna smiles, her hands grazing down my neck to my ass. “Ugh, you have the best ass ever.” She wasn’t
shy about making it known. I have a fantastic ass.

  Zach’s own grin widened. “That’s what I keep telling him. He must be good at dropping squats.”

  What the fuck? Sienna burst out laughing. Dylan choked on his drink, coughed, and wiped his mouth. “Good to meet you too, Sienna!”

  I knew they liked her. I had no doubt that they would. She was loveable and the opposite of Jasmine. I paid the tab, leaving my friends alone to pick up some poor, willing women who wanted to wake up alone with their dignity gone.

  We continued to walk down the path, passing by people coming and going from the night’s activities. Our hand effortlessly found one another as we took a stroll. We began to pass the park where we first met. I scanned my eyes, looking for a small garden area with trimmed bushes or a hedge of some kind. Sienna was still talking, telling me about her craving of cold pizza. I had a different kind of craving, and without warning, I turned away from our path, moving across the grass.

  She noticed as I tugged on her hand that we were heading a different way. “Wait, where are you going?”

  I just looked back, shrugging as I gave her a mischievous grin. I did not say anything. She will soon figure it out. I turned to duck behind a row of bushes, and quickly sat down, pulling her down beside me.

  “Jax?” She opened her mouth, about to ask a ton of questions. Her eyes were alive with curiosity.

  “Shh…” I told her, placing a finger against her lips to hush her enquiries. I let it linger awhile as we both could hear people not too far away. My head swiveled around, making sure we would not be caught. We were somewhat away from prying eyes but were still able to see people passing us.

  My fingers trail from her lips, spreading out and caressing her cheek as I leant in to kiss her. By now, she was fully aware of what I wanted to do. Her lips were unmoving at first, hesitant. Soon, the kiss turned playful and more passionate. I got lost in the taste of her. The streetlights came on as our kiss only deepened.

  My hands ran down her arms, trailing lightly over her chest. Her nipples grew erect, and she leant into me as I cupped her breast, kneading, softly massaging. Gently, I pushed her back. The grass was not wet, just cold. My eyes gazed into hers for a moment as she ran her hand up and down my arm, watching me to see what I do next.

  I positioned myself beside her, half laying above her. Leaning in, I continued kissing her whole body, my hand running up and down her. Her skin was soft, freshly waxed. My hand ran over her shorts before sneaking up under her top and resting against her flat tummy. She shivered as I found my way towards her breast once more.

  She moaned, and her hand squeezed my hip. I heard some people walking close by, their voices fading, but it was enough to scare her and snap her eyes open.

  “Let’s go home.” I could tell she was worried about being caught, yet I sensed an arousal at the thought of people hearing me fuck her.

  I shook my head. “No, I’m going to have you here.”

  Her eyes widened. “Fucking?

  I chuckled softly. Sienna did not swear… unless she was talking about Jasmine. She rarely cursed, but when she did, it was like a child swearing for the first time.

  “Yes, I’m going to fuck you here.”

  I leant back down, nibbling her lip. My hand went to work, unfastening her lace bra. I pulled it out and tossed it beside her. Her white top was still on, but it gave me the access I needed to feel her skin. I traced her curves with my hand as I kissed from her mouth towards her ear. My fingers pinched her nipple, and she arched.

  She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down, whispering, “Stay right there, baby.”

  My hand slid down beneath the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down, slowly making their way between her thighs. I felt the wetness of her seeping through her panties. I groaned. My fingers pressed the fabric against her, pushing them aside as I traced up and down her slit, playing with her clit. She moaned softly, and I felt her hand at my crotch, grabbing my erection.

  I pulled away.

  It was quick as I unzipped, moving to straddle her as she lay beneath me, her hands reaching inside to grab what she wanted. I positioned my hips above her, guiding my cock to her wet, parting lips.

  The air is cool, but her breath was warm. I groaned at the feeling of her tongue grazing the tip, playing with the slit. She was teasing me, taking her sweet time. I did not have the patience to make love right now. I lowered my hips, parting her lips and pushing into her. The sound of my own groan filled the silence as I felt my cock against the back of her throat. Her hand gripped my ass cheeks as I started thrusting. She was not used to my cock this far down her throat, and each time, I pushed just that little bit further until I felt her tongue licking my balls. I almost came.

  I leant back, reaching between her legs to play with her clit. She was soaked. Her hips rocked up and down, responding to my movements.

  I glanced up and realised that I was sitting up high enough to be seen by others. A few people glanced in our direction, but there was no light shining directly at us. I was unsure if they have seen us. My fingers were deep inside her pussy as my cock pounded fully down her throat. I pulled out, moving down lower between her legs. I started brushing the head of my cock against her pussy. We were both eager for this. My thumb was against her clit as I watched her.

  “Stop teasing.” She moaned, bucking up.

  I smirked. “I love you, too.”

  Without warning, I shifted back on my heels and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her over to all fours and gripping her hips as I thrusted my cock deep inside her. She moaned loudly. I pulled out and brushed my cock once again up and down her pussy as I reached around and covered her mouth with my hand.

  I thrusted back inside. She moaned louder again into my palm.

  My thrusts were deep and full. Her body shook, and I released her mouth to grasp her hips, watching as my cock disappeared inside her once more. I needed this. I needed to fuck her. She wanted me to make her feel mine. Well then, baby, you are getting what you asked for.

  My one hand gripped her hair, and I pulled her back hard. The force brought her to her knees and back to my chest as her body rose. I was fucking her wild, relentlessly. I knew the exact moment it clicked in her that others would see us was when she tried to pull down.

  I held her in place, fucking until I felt her body begin to shake again. Her pussy gripped my dick like a vice as she came, spasms washing over her. My body gave in, my own release hitting hard. I noticed a group of people, noticing us.

  Her body shuddered slightly as I just continued to fuck, filling her.

  ***

  The sun wasn’t welcome when it greeted us the next morning. Sienna was in the bathroom, throwing up, and I just lay here staring at the ceiling, naked beneath the white sheet as I smiled to myself, remembering the night’s antics on the way home.

  “Are you all right in there?” I called out, and was responded with the door slamming shut. I sighed, taking the hint that she did not need my help. I would have held her hair back if she let me.

  When the door opened minutes later, Sienna appeared pale and with her hair damp. “I don’t feel well.”

  “Congratulations, you’re having your first hangover.”

  She was not a big drinker, but last night, my girl had gone hard. Dramatically, she brought up a wet face washer and covered her face. “It’s not funny. I think I’m dying.”

  I tried my best not to laugh at how cute she looked in her PJs and with a washer over her head. I really shouldn’t have, but it was impossible not to especially after she pouted. “Come to bed and sleep. I’ll go find something to help.” I had a packet of Panadol somewhere in the kitchen.

  “Orgasms are good for headaches. I have a major headache.”

  “I’ll remember that. Why deny me sex in years to come, claiming you’ve got a headache?” I teased, raising a brow. “Are you really in the mood for sex right now?”

  “No.” The washer came off, and she shook h
er head. “I don’t want your penis anywhere near me.”

  I sat up more. “Oh?” I would give it a day. “How are we meant to brew up these four children we’re having?” I teased.

  Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. She was now remembering our conversation about making babies. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Standing up, I walked over to her. She was barely able to stay upright, looking worse for wear as her eyes closed out of exhaustion. “Are you sure about that?” I grinned. “Because you were eager last night—”

  “Jax, please don’t talk to me. I can’t deal with you yelling.” She mumbled a groan, wrapping her arms around my neck as I lifted her with ease and laid her back down in the bed. “Why aren’t you dying?”

  I chuckled, placing the folded washer over her forehead. “Because I didn’t go from cocktails to shots, then back to beer.” I did not mention the kebab she wanted on the walk home. That also may have had something to do with her throwing up.

  Her grumble was muffled. “Don’t ever let me drink again.”

  “I won’t.” I placed a kiss to her cheek as I brought the white covers up over to her shoulders as she turned, curling into a ball and closing her eyes. “I’ll be back with some water and Panadol.”

  Sienna slept, and I called Mum, asking for some advice on something she could eat without throwing it up. Mum took an inch and ran a mile, assuming she in fact was pregnant and not just sick from a big night out. She gave me a simple chicken soup recipe and told me to pick up some fresh bread that would go down well with it after I threatened to end the call if she mentioned the word pregnant once more.

  A possible pregnancy? I doubted it. We were more careful.

  I kept a close eye on her. I joining her in bed once I had made soup to make sure she was not drowning in her own vomit. A few hours later, Sienna stirred in her sleep and sat up, wincing as she rubbed her forehead with a steady breath. “I can smell soup.”