Rebound

by Rosemary Rey

  “What are you doing? I’m too heavy for you to carry. I’ll walk.” I breathlessly chastised.

  “Shut up.” He said before kissing me again. Carrying me toward his room, he held me tight to his chest, compressing the air in my body. It was the first time I’d been carried for sex.

  It was a short walk from the living area to his bedroom. While my arms were around his neck, his hands glided down to my ass. He squatted down and lowered me onto the left side of the bed where I’d discovered him sleeping earlier. The room was still dark. He pried my arms off his neck, gave me a kiss, and walked to the window. I watched him as he peeled the curtains back from one end to the other. What the . . . he wasn’t serious? He wanted light? He turned to me and saw the curious look on my face.

  “I want to see you. All of you. I don’t want you lulled into sleepiness in this dark room. I want you alert and attentive to me.” He walked over, and kissed me deeply. “You’re beautiful. Sexy. I want you. Bad.” He pressed his leg into my closed legs and gently pried them open. He leaned over and reached for my waist, pulling up the white cotton shirt and slipped it off, exposing my lace covered breasts.

  He looked at my breasts, covered by the lacy fabric of my bra, and groaned as he lowered his lips to kiss my full cleavage. He cupped them, fondling my nipples. His long fingers grasped at my ribcage and he picked me up slightly and pushed me back further onto the bed. I unclipped my bra, freeing my breasts so he could kiss and suck them. He tried to lay me down, but I put my hand up to his chest to stop him.

  “Do you have protection?” I asked nervously. I couldn’t let passion overtake me and make me lose my common sense.

  “Yes, of course, right in the drawer.” He motioned to the nightstand on his side of the bed. “You’re also on the pill, right?” Seeing the puzzled look on my face, he responded, “I’ve seen your medical records, remember? I know which medications you’re on.” He offered. Did he commit my history to memory? I shook the thought out of my mind. The fact that there is protection calmed my anxious nerves.

  I nodded yes to his question. When I reached for the drawer, he put his hand on my arm, and asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for us to do this?” In response, I pulled the drawer knob open, and reached in for a packet. I felt a few under my fingers. My index and middle finger pressed on one foil. I pulled it out of the drawer, closing it with my foot. As I brought the packet to my mouth to rip it open, he leaned down to kiss the side of my mouth.

  I ripped open the package, revealing half of the condom. I tucked it between my two fingers and reached both my hands to his boxers. I slipped my thumbs at the elastic on his hips and pulled down gently, freeing his massive cock. I was taken aback. I lightly ran my fingers along the length of his girth, and it twitched under my caress. I’d felt his cock, but seeing it free and large was a different experience. I gently gripped his hard cock while bringing the edge of the foil to my teeth. I looked up at him and saw desire in his eyes. He watched as I pulled out the condom from the package, holding the reservoir between my two fingers. I kissed his tip, gave a little lick, feeling it jump in my hand. He groaned when I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck and stroke his hard shaft with my left hand.

  He touched my upper arms and shoulders with the tips of his fingers, lightning shooting through my body at his gentle touch. While I bobbed up and down on his hot cock, my free hand grabbed his ass. He rocked his groin to and fro into my mouth as he held my head in his hands. His hands held my hair, urging me to continue sucking him. He groaned as I licked the underside of his shaft, and I looked up to watch his head thrown back in ecstasy. I teased his head with my tongue, and took him in again gently squeezing his sack.

  When I brought him to the point of frenzy, he asked, “Put the condom on, please. I want to be inside you.” I slowly rolled the condom on with my two fingers, putting slight pressure as I went from tip to base. I lay with my head to the headboard and I pulled my panties down my hips. He stroked my thighs as he watched my legs flexed to pull them off of my feet. The act reminded me of his examination and how he lightly touched me as he contorted my legs. I wanted him so much then and to think we’re ready to fulfill my fantasy.

  I pulled him to me, opening my legs to receive him. His hard cock pressed on my mound. We kissed passionately. When I felt him take hold of his penis and stroke the head to the passage of my channel, my hips rose up to guide him in. As soon as I felt the tip enter my wet, needy channel, his cell phone rang.

  SIX

  “Fuck!” He growled when he heard the third ring of the phone. He pulled the inch out and leapt off of me. He grabbed his phone from the night stand and looked at the caller id. He answered gruffly. The conversation volleyed back and forth. I tried not to listen in on the call. I rose up and covered my breasts with my arms, feeling a chill that rose my flesh up in goosebumps. He looked at me and smiled slightly. His eyes were no longer dark with hunger for me, but gentle and apologetic for the interruption. I smiled reassuringly. He turned away from me, his muscular buttocks inches away from my face. This was not the time to bite his ass, I reasoned with myself.

  He walked around the bed. I saw that his hard-on had deflated. And even in his flaccid state, he was large. He’d taken off the condom, which informed me that there would be no sex. I grabbed my bra and proceeded to put it on. I stood up and found the t-shirt on the floor, putting it on to cover myself. He went to the dresser beside his bed, on the side where I slept, and pulled a couple of drawers. He retrieved underwear and socks from one. The second drawer contained his scrub tops and bottoms. He tucked all under his arm while still talking to the caller.

  When I finally started listening in on the conversation, I heard Dashing say, “I’ll be there in 20.” He hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. He turned to me and said, “I’ve gotta go to the hospital. I have to do rounds. One of my patients has a fever this morning and we’re concerned about infection . . .”

  “Oh, I’ll get dressed and leave.” I said standing up, looking around for my dress and shoes.

  “No, I don’t want you to leave.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to stay. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. We can have lunch when I get back. Make yourself at home. I have to shower, and run.” He walked into the master bathroom just beside ‘my side’ of the room.

  What could I say to his request? No, I can’t stay. I have a lot of things to do like: laundry; cleaning my small little studio apartment; sleep some more because I woke up way earlier than I ever do on my one day off in the week. I’d intended to do absolutely nothing today. And while staying here to get guaranteed sex is tempting, if he leaves now, my feeling of sexual liberation will be squashed. I put on my panties, and sat on the bed, waiting for him to exit the bathroom.

  I heard the shower turn off. A few minutes later, he walked out dressed in crisp scrubs. His hair was long and wet, looking so delectable. I wondered if I’d have the courage to rip them off of him when he returns. To stay out of his way, I remained on the bed, waiting for any further words or instructions.

  “Make yourself at home. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done. The TV remote is right there. You can have anything in the fridge.” He grabbed his wallet. “My phone?” I reached over and handed him his phone, which he’d thrown on the bed. I could tell he was flustered. Blue balls will do that to a man.

  He leaned over me and gave me a strong kiss on the lips. I didn’t get to say goodbye to his tongue. It would’ve been too much of a distraction. “Lock the door behind me.” He ordered. I walked behind him. I couldn’t even speak. I was still in a daze from the events of the last twelve hours. He turned and kissed me again. He placed his forehead on mine for a few glorious seconds, and planted one last kiss. I closed the door and turned the bolt lock. I turned to look at the surroundings in the luxurious apartment. I walked to the window and peered out, looking at the amazing view of the city on a rare sunny day.

  I sat down on the couch and qui
ckly got back up. I needed a shower to wash away the saturation, sensations, and smells from the last several hours. I went back to his bedroom and looked in his dresser drawer for something to wear after the shower. A bath! I needed to bathe, my leg needed to stay dry, right? In the drawer, I found another white T-shirt. Glynnis kept his drawers pretty organized. I found a pair of shorts too.

  The master bath was like a luxurious hotel bathroom. It was a mix of white marble and dark wood grains. This guy knows what he likes, or he knows how to hire someone that knows what he should like. The towels were neatly folded underneath the sink on the open shelving. I ran the bath and poured some body wash to make suds. I removed my limited clothing, and eased myself down, keeping my left shin away from the water and resting it on the ledge of the tub. The water was nice and hot, which brought my thoughts to him once again. I leaned back, enjoying the near hot water on my aching muscles. As I scrubbed, I remembered all the places he touched me, leaving his fingerprints and claiming me as his. I cleaned my body from top to bottom.

  Before I could fall asleep in the bath, I let the water drain. I toweled myself dry and dressed in his clean clothes. I didn’t want to leave his home dirty and I cleaned up after myself. Hanging the damp towel on the rack. After hand washing my lace panties, I hung them to dry on the towel rack.

  I found my clutch on the night table by the side of the bed. I took out my phone. Three missed calls from Chelz, dialed successively, about ten minutes ago. I didn’t even listen to the email. I called her so she wouldn’t send out the troops.

  She answered after the first ring. I’m sure she was waiting with the phone in her hand.

  “Perla. What the hell?” She screeched.

  “Chelz, I’m fine.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m still at his place.”

  “What? Are you okay.”

  “Yes. I’m fine. He was called to the hospital and he asked me to stay. We were interrupted.” I said quietly.

  “Interrupted? From what? From the crossword puzzle?”

  “You know ‘what’. I just called to say I’m fine. I’m waiting for him to get back and then I’ll be home tonight. You know I have to work tomorrow.”

  “Where does he live? How can I find him if he does anything to you? You can’t just stay there without informing someone.”

  “Hey, Mom, I’m okay. He lives in Midtown. I can’t quite put my finger on which building, but it’s a high rise with a lot of windows and great views. I’ve got to be up in the highest of the floors. The apartment is gorgeous. He has a house keeper.”

  “Many serial murderers have house keepers. That’s whom they start their murderous rampages on.”

  “Settle down, little lady. I’m fine. Well, I don’t know if I’m fine emotionally, but I am fine physically.” I declared quietly.

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing here. You saw him. He’s so hot. And he’s a doctor. You should see this place. I don’t even know what kind of car he drives.”

  “A Range Rover.” She interjected.

  “What? A Range Rover?” Of course he would drive one of the most expensive SUVs. “Seriously? Chelz, I don’t know if anything will come of this. What does he want with me?”

  “Well, I can give you a list of what he wants from you. You told me last night that he wanted to take you home for some nookie.”

  “Chelz, You’re twenty-seven-years-old. You can say ‘fuck’.” I paused to compose my concerns. “I’ve been alone for so long and I’ve felt insecure for longer. I just don’t know why any man would want me sexually.”

  “Ben really fucked with your head, Perla. You’re hot. Hell, I wanted you last night when you danced for me.” We both laughed. She reassured me that I’m worth Dashing’s attention. The mention of my ex-husband reminded me that I’d given Ben too much power.

  “What would I have to offer him?”

  “Besides pussy? A sweet and loving woman that would take care of him and his needs whenever he wants.”

  “That’s how I got myself in trouble with Ben. I gave him everything and he shit on me. This is why my life is crap. I’m working four damn jobs, live in a small ass studio far away from everything and everyone . . . and I’m awkward. I feel like I’m always running, never stopping to enjoy things, never getting what I deserve. When is this going to end?”

  “Then have fun with him today. Enjoy yourself. Even if it is for one day, enjoy the time. Get ‘fucked’ and move on. But be safe. Call me tomorrow!”

  “What if I don’t want it to be just for today? What if I can’t move on? I should just go.”

  “If you go, then you’ll never know what happens. He may not pursue you anymore. It may be all over before anything starts. Seriously, have fun. Call me.” Before I could even answer her, she hung up. We do that to each other when we’re trying to make a point. I don’t like playing games. I do want to enjoy this day because this time with him may end as soon as I walk out the front door. I tried to suppress any negative thoughts that tried to rent space in my mind.

  I looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was already 11:13 a.m. Hunger pangs started to wage war in my stomach. I walked to the kitchen and opened up the stainless steel refrigerator. I found all sorts of food. I pulled out an assortment of veggies and small red potatoes to roast. I found some pre-frozen salmon in the freezer, the package instructing to thaw in cold water, which I did. I pulled at drawers and cabinets to find the herbs and spices. Everything was so neat and organized.

  I set to prepare roasted veggies and potatoes by peeling, dicing and drizzling olive oil, adding a touch of salt and pepper and the dried herbs. I put that into the preheated oven and let the stainless steel convection oven do its magic.

  Once the salmon was thawed in the package, I coated with olive oil and salt and pepper. Left it for twenty minutes so that the seasoning worked its way in. I found a cast iron pan in one of the drawers. I pan seared the salmon. Set aside. I took the capers that I found in the fridge, lemon, butter and used the drippings to make a sauce for the fish. Once that was done, I put the sauce in a bowl. I put the fish back in the pan and into the oven, pulling out the roasted veggies. I divided the veggies into two plates. After seven minutes in the oven, I pulled out the salmon. Done to perfection and served over the veggies.

  I looked at the time. It was now 12:36 p.m., and I wasn’t sure when he’d come back. I put the two plates in the warming drawer and turned it on low, hoping that the salmon wouldn’t dry out.

  I cleaned up and put everything away as best as I could remember. At 1:00 p.m. I decided to sit and watched TV and wait. Despite munching on some veggies, I was still hungry, but didn’t want to ruin my appetite. I’d put effort in making a meal for him, and I wanted to enjoy it with him.

  I found the TV remote, turned it on and flipped channels until I found a comedic film. I pulled the blanket over my legs, and laid down to get comfy.

  ***

  I felt a strong hand press on my shoulder and heard my name. As I awoke, Dashing was kneeling beside me, the most beautiful smile on his face.

  “Hi.” He said with a grin. “You stayed.” He caressed my jaw with his fingers.

  I took time to respond, “You asked me to. Did you think that I was going to run away?” I turned to take in my surroundings. “What time is it?” I asked, looking outside the window.

  “It’s after two. I’m sorry that I got back so late. I was asked to consult on an ER patient. I tried to call you, but your phone went straight to voicemail.”

  “It may have shut down. I’ve not charged it since yesterday morning. How did you have my number?”

  “Perla, I’m your doctor. I have all your contact info.”

  I made the quick decision to ignore the slightly creepy statement and not ask any further questions. I asked, “Are you hungry? I made lunch.”

  “You did? What did you make?” His smile was a mixture of surprise and glee.


  “Salmon and veggies. I’ll go warm it up.” I put my feet down off the couch. My shin still ached. I took a moment to get up. He stood up and offered me his hand. The most amazing part of him was his chivalry.

  “Thank you”, I said putting my hand out. I lifted myself up directly into his body. He pulled me close with his free hand, putting his large hand in my favorite spot--the cleavage of my buttocks. I groaned, my arm reached up to his neck and I ran my fingers in his thick, wavy hair. He nuzzled my face, sought my mouth, and kissed my lips so sweetly. He parted my mouth and sought my tongue with his, playing a game of tag with my tongue. He sucked on my bottom lip. I felt little flutters in my groin and the desire for him skyrocketed. I felt the stirrings in my pelvis and the wetness that was building as I rose on my toes to kiss him deeply. Letting go of my hand he brought his hand to my buttock and cupped me hard. I felt his chest and arms strain to pick me up, and hard erection pressed into my mound. Feeling breathless and dizzy with desire, I pulled my mouth away.

  “We should eat. I’m hungry. I don’t want the salmon to get dry.” I said. He took a moment, holding me close to his body. He inhaled deeply, and then sighed.

  “Okay?” I asked softly. His eyes were closed, and when he allowed them to open, I smiled in hopes to elicit the same from him. An imperceptible smile formed in one corner of his mouth, and I kissed that corner of his mouth. I pulled my body away from his. He grabbed my hand and I pulled him toward the counter stool. “Sit. I’ll get it ready.” I felt a bit flustered as I suppressing my desire, and retrieved the plates from the warming drawer. Despite the time in the drawer, the salmon looked great. I nuked the cream sauce, and poured it over the salmon. I could feel his eyes on me, trained on me with each move I made around his kitchen. He didn’t say a word. I’m sure he never expected me to cook a meal.

  When all was ready, I served his plate and placed mine beside his, near my stool. I found napkins and forks in the drawers right behind the counter.