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His Rebound Love
By: Melissa Bender
ISBN: 978-1-68030-871-6
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PROLOGUE
My cock throbbed.
The hot water spilled down over my head, seeping into my shoulders and running down my back as I stood in the shower. I was unable to focus on anything but the familiar ache in my balls—the need for release.
It had been too long since I have had a good fuck, and just thinking about it could no longer cut it anymore. My dick needed some attention. I had tried putting it off, but as I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around the base of my cock, it was too much to ignore.
I needed to come before I lose my fucking mind.
There she knelt before me. Her tongue slid across her upper lip, and her mouth opened just enough to take me. Her tongue flicked back and forth against the underside of my hard cock. It drove me wild.
The vibrations of my cock from her words drove me insane. She was making love to my dick, the same way I wanted to love her pussy. Slowly and lusciously, her mouth took me fully in. My head fell back instinctively, and my eyes closed.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, my shaft growing stiffer.
The pace was too teasing. My balls twitched, and she stopped. My eyes opened, and I asked her to continue. I didn’t beg, though. I never begged anyone for anything. Her green eyes widened, and they are teasing but still adoring as she pulled back and blew warm air on the tip of my cock.
I wasn’t a patient man. I throbbed harder. Her thumb drew circles around my swollen head glistening in pre-come. The teasing was almost too much. I needed to blow so hard. Her mouth fully engulfed around my cock, sucking me in, licking and moaning against my cock. Her hand was stroking faster, up and down. Faster and faster.
All I wanted to do besides come was to taste her, to fuck her… to eat and fuck.
Reaching down, my hands slid through her red hair, taking a firm handful as I begin to fuck her mouth. My hips rock back and forth as she sucks harder. Her eyes bore into mine. It was too much to handle, and I lost it.
Oh, fuck yes. I exploded with the build up from the week. Semen burst from my cock and coated the inside of her mouth. Her tongue stuck out, swirling around the head of my cock and taking every drop I had to give.
Slumping against the cool shower tiles, my eyes half-opened, and reality hit. I was alone, with my cock in my hand and the load a fucking mess on the glass in front of me.
What the fuck.
I cupped a handful of water and splashed the screen until there was no trace of me jerking off like an adolescent teenager. Those years should have been long gone by now, especially if my girlfriend had anything to say about it.
Both my hands ran through my dark, wet hair as I slumped with my back against the wall again, trying to control my breathing. What the fuck just happened?
More importantly, who the fuck was that girl I had just jerked off to?
CHAPTER ONE
Jasmine caught my attention from the corner of my eye as she walked by in a red, figure-hugging dress that barely covered her pert ass, let alone her pussy. Her blonde, freshly curled hair, for which she paid hundreds for, cascaded down her back. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to grasp my palm around that hair and bend her over…
“Well?” My trail of thought stopped as she gave me a pointed expression.
This was one of those times she had spoken, and I really hadn’t paid any attention to her. I wasn’t sure which route to take as I let out a low groan and my eyes skimmed over her small frame. I cleared my throat, trying to think of something else as my cock stiffened in my sweats. “Do you really need to dress like that?”
“What do
you mean?” she said, her voice lower than a moment ago. I knew where this was heading before anything more was said. “You’re saying that I’m not hot?”
How could I put this, without pissing her off? “I never said that. I just meant you’re not going out to impress anyone. Why the need for all the makeup?” Or that fucking dress, I added in my head.
Not bothering to hide her annoyance, she rolled her eyes. “You’ll never understand. I must appear well-dressed. Don’t you want a girlfriend who likes to appear her best always? Better than being a slob in a shirt and sweats.”
That remark was towards me, as I currently wore them. I shrugged, brushing the remark off. “I’m comfortable.”
“It’s gross.” Her nose crinkled in disgust. “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing sweatpants.”
I let out a low chuckle. Walking towards her until my arms snaked around her waist. “You do know that I don’t care what you wear, right? You’re beautiful in anything.” My cock twitched as my eyes zoned in on her perky tits when I pulled her closer, wanting her to sense how much I needed her. “Stay in, let me undress you and show you how fun it is to be lazy.”
Her palms laid flat against my chest, pushing me away. “And that is why I buy your clothes.” She pursed her lips and sighed. “You should dress nice all the time. I miss that about you.”
“You know what I miss?” I had the need to point it out again. I missed sex. Five months has passed, and I fucking missed having sex.
Her blue eyes turned from playful to squinting. She shook her head and walked away. “Is that all you think about?”
“I’m a man, after all, baby. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” I grinned. “So how about you skip the girl’s night and stay in?” I damn well half-pouted. At this point, I would have done just about anything to keep her home with me.
Her red lips broke into a wide smile, her perfect white veneers on show. “You can wait. I want to hang out with the girls. Lisa and I haven’t caught up in forever. I won’t drink too much.”
“Since when have you followed that rule?” I raised a brow in question.
Her smile faded, and she took a scolding tone. “Jackson, don’t.” It reminded me too much of my mother. So much for my long gone hard cock.
“Sorry, Mum.”
Jasmine didn’t see the funny side. Instead, she rolled her eyes with a sneer. “I’m nothing like her.”
Yeah, you’ve got that right.
Seated on the black, leather dining chair, she crossed a leg over the other and proceeded to put on her red-soled heels. I leaned against the wall, watching, silently wondering why she was so dressed up. Her lipstick got my attention as she pursed her plump, red lips, focusing on clipping the buckle up. My cock began to wake once again.
This is when I should have shut up. Instead, I couldn’t help myself. “You know, you could give me a quick…” I glanced down to my crotch, my dick straining against the fabric, then looked back up at her, “before you leave?”
Her foot fell to the light grey tiled floor with a thump. Her blue orbs widened as she looked up at me with an incredulous glare that gave away her answer before she had to speak. “Are you kidding me? You’re such a pig.”
“Well, fuck.” There goes that idea.
Mission accomplished. She had the ability to make me as stiff as a rod but also make me limp with just words.
“What’s that meant to mean? Jesus, I’m sorry if I’m not really in the mood right fucking now.”
“When are you ever in the mood?” I muttered, pushing off the wall and readjusting. “It’s not my fault that you’re so hot.”
We were heading towards another fight neither of us wanted to have. It always ended up this way. The little things caused the biggest of arguments. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to another one.
Her body pressed against mine, her arms draping over my shoulders and sliding around my neck as her perfume hit me. It’s a strong scent of flowers. I hated the smell, but she loved it. “Hun, relax, ok? Nothing bad is going to happen. I’ll be home before midnight.”
I grimaced at her words. Why the fuck would she even bring that up? I wasn't even considering anything bad happening. “Relax? I am relaxed. But I’d be more relaxed if you stayed in.”
I was the pathetic bastard who wanted to keep my girl home and get laid.
“You’re trying to guilt me into not going, I can’t believe this! That’s low, even for you.” She sounded hurt which made me feel like shit. I shouldn’t be making her feel bad for wanting to go out. I had to lay off the guilt. It wasn’t fair for her.
She fought my hold, wanting to push away. I let her go until her touch was almost gone, but not for long as I soon pulled her. My arms tightly held her close. “I’m sorry,” I said, bringing both my hands up and cupping her face. “Go and have fun. I’ll be here, with the Xbox and Colt.”
Her tongue clicked with a heavy sigh. “Hmm. Sounds like a perfect night in for you then. I’m sure that’s all you’ll be doing.”
I disregard her accusing tone as her crystal blue eyes refused to meet mine, evading eye contact altogether. I shrugged, annoyed at the way she spoke. “Yeah because every man dreams of spending the night in with his dog and video games.” My own reply was sarcastic.
She managed to break free from my hold, picking up her black leather purse from the glass dining table. “I need to leave. I’ll see you later.”
“Hey,” I say, capturing her once again and pulling her in closer. I couldn’t let her leave this way, in a silent war against each other. Resting my forehead against hers, I traced my thumbs over the curve of her hip and touched the bone protruding there. “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?”
When her head shook, it only made me frown until my smile had completely disappeared. What the hell?
“I just put lipstick on. You can wait until later for a kiss.”
“You’re joking, right?” I didn’t buy it. Since when didn’t she want a kiss?
Jasmine was already walking towards the door, half-turning as she glanced over her shoulder with a playful wink. “I’m running late. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Curiosity got the better of me. My attention span was low when it came to sexual innuendos. “Oh, yeah? How?” This would be interesting.
Her expression was flirty as her hand held the door open. Oh, I missed this side of her. “Sex. Any way you want.”
“Anyway?” I asked, my voice lower. Immediately, my sight fell straight to her ass as I cocked my head to the side. “No objections?”
A soft sound of laughter filled the room as she let out a giggle. “None.”
“Let me have you now,” I suggested, my dick back on high alert once more. “I’m ready to go. Might be quick, but you’ll still get off.”
Shaking her head, she laughed again. “You’re always ready to go, but Lisa is waiting for me.”
“Lisa can wait.” For the love of god, she could wait.
I realised I was getting nowhere with her as she gave Lisa, who was waiting for her, a wave. She leant in, brushing her lips against my cheek. “I’ll be home in a couple hours.”
“Call me if you need a lift back home,” I called out, watching her walk down our footpath towards Lisa’s blue Ford focus. “I love you.”
“Yeah, you too.” She called back without a second glance as she pulled open the door and sunk into the front passenger seat.
My back was against the front door when it closed. Yeah, you too? What was that? I felt like I was the only one trying in this relationship. I had tried for weeks, months even. Things weren’t what they used to be. I guess the lack of sex was the main clue, but she’d been working a lot and traveling. I put it down to being tired. I was trying not to push that subject, but lately, I just wanted to fuck.
I really just wanted to fuck.
My hands gripped the marble counter top as I shake my head. There was no effort from her whatsoever.
We had met through mutual friends al
most two years ago, and she was the girl I thought I could never get. Sure, she was not my first as I have had others before, but, Jasmine was different back then. She was down to earth and believe it or not, she was loving. We clicked, she played hard to get and then, funny enough, she asked me out. She planned the entire date herself, too. It was cute in a way, or so her friends thought. I thought she was eager, and although I wasn’t keen on being told what to do, I kept quiet. I’ve had enough of that growing up from my mother. By the time we had our third date and she paid, that was when I told her it bothered me. She apologised and told me she was used to being in control and on her own.
I allowed it to slide even though it had pissed me off. It still pisses me off at times.
We moved in together after eight months of dating. Sometimes I wonder if it was a rush decision. Then again, I would have done anything to put a smile on her face, and living together was something she eagerly wanted to do.
We have had a few fights, and I’ve spent a couple nights on the couch here and there. I’ve finally figured out when to avoid her, knowing the signs before she flew into a hormonal bitch fit. She could go from fine to lethal within three seconds, all from leaving a shirt on the floor or my shaver out on the sink.
Well, it needs to fucking charge somehow.
You’d probably assume the makeup sex was always worth the fights. Ha! What was sex again?
It had been so long since we had last fucked and oral was out of the question for both of us. The sex could be great if she moved from her flat on the back-favourite position. But I shouldn’t complain too much. It was better than what I was having now: none. She had caught me having a wank in the shower last week. Who knew that using my hand was not only classified as cheating, it was also considered vile and disgusting.
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