On the Rebound

«4»

When he woke again, he was laying on his side spooned against her from behind with his arms around her and her wonderful, soft breasts filling his hands. Smiling, he kissed the nape of her neck and just laid there for a while, savouring the closeness and the warmth. It felt wonderful to have someone in the bed with him, someone warm and soft and cuddly and willing and wonderful... Janice had moved to another bedroom years ago, claiming that he made her too warm, that she hated sweating in bed and his snoring kept her awake. But Grace cuddled back against him a little tighter and gave her ass a wiggle.

"You're awake, aren't you?" He whispered.

"Shhhh, you'll wake me up." She teased and he smiled and fell silent, holding her close and enjoying the silence and the contact, savouring her warmth and the scent of her hair and her body for a long, long time. When she finally moved he propped himself up with one arm supporting his head and the other resting on her belly as she laid on her back and looked at him sleepily.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked softly and she used one hand to clear her hair out of her face and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand.

"It's like, ten in the morning." She said, looking back at him. A moment later her eyes opened all the way and she sat up. "Oh shit! It's ten o'clock! I was supposed to be at work an hour ago! Shit shit shit!" She said as she got out of the bed and looked around. "I left my phone in my car last night... shit! I need a shower and I have to go home and get dressed and..." She was looking around frantically and finally looked to him.

"Yes?" He asked innocently, knowing just what she was looking for.

"Where are my clothes?" She asked.

"I told you that I would strip you bare-ass naked and not let you have your clothes back until someone came looking for you." He said and laughed, shocked.

"Paul, I have to go to work." She said and he shook his head, sitting up on the edge of the bed and smiling at her.

"No... It's Friday and I want you to call in sick so I can keep you here all weekend and do wonderful things to your body." He said and she laughed again.

"Are you serious right now?" she asked.

"Hey, I was minding my own business and getting drunk and you came on to me." He reminded her. "I warned you what I was going to do and you even made me promise I would do it. And now you're surprised that I did it?" She laughed again, pushing her hair back with her hands and he took the opportunity to shamelessly ogle her body.

When she turned around he saw that her ass was still pink from the spanking he had given her last night and he could see the stains of his cum on her thighs. When she turned back to him he looked from her breasts up to her face and he saw the half smile and resignation on her face.

"You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?" She asked and he just smiled, which made her shake her head and sigh. "Fine. But I need to go get my phone."

"Nice try, but you aren't getting away that easily, you can use mine." He said and she laughed again.

"Oh my god..." She said, hugging herself and looking at him for a long moment before she sighed and shook her head. "You're really going to do this? You're actually going to hide my clothes and make me skip work so I can stay in your hotel room and stay naked and just keep having sex all weekend?"

"Ummmm..." He looked thoughtful for a moment before he answered her. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

"Fuck." She swore, shaking her head and smiling, then sighing and throwing up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Fine, where's your phone?"

"Come over here." he said as he reached for the nightstand drawer. At a gesture from him she knelt down in front of him and when he spread his legs a little she looked down at his cock and bit her lip again. He took out his phone and dialled the number to work from memory.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, looking up at him with those big blue eyes.

"I think you know what I want you to do." He said, offering her the phone. "And when you're done, I want to cum on your face like you wanted me to last night. Then we'll have a shower so I can wash you clean before I bring you back here and make you dirty all over again."

She laughed and leaned in to place a kiss on his cock before she smiled up at him once more and took the phone, holding it to her ear while she kissed and licked his cock, tasting her own pussy and his cum and not caring at all. She licked him and when the phone was answered she looked up at him.

"Hey Charles, it's Grace." she said, affecting a raspy voice. "Sorry for the late call, but I'm not going to make it in today... Yeah, I know I was supposed to call before my shift but I haven't been able to get out of bed till just now... no, my phone died on me I'm using my boyfriend's phone." She said with a smile and Paul stroked her hair, smiling. "What's that? Oh, no... I just have something in my throat... yeah, I'm sure I'll find something to suck on in a minute here." She placed a kiss on his sac and looked up with one eye hidden behind his erection. "Yeah, I'll feel better soon, Charles and I'll probably see you on Monday... yeah, goodbye." She said and she hung up the phone and passed it back to Paul.

"Something in your throat, huh?" He asked with a smile and she laughed and wrapped her hands around his cock again, kissing and licking him.

"Yeah, I was pretty proud of that one myself." She said with a smile as she rose up and kissed the head of his cock. He slipped his hand behind her neck and leaned down to kiss her, tasting their mixed fluids on her tongue. When he released her she stared at him, her rapid breathing making her chest heave and her breasts rise and fall, which he loved to watch.

"That's twice." She whispered.

"Twice for what?" He asked.

"No one has ever kissed me after I've had their cock in my mouth before and you've done it twice." She said and he was a bit puzzled.

"You're willing to have my cock inside of your body, kissing you after shouldn't even be noteworthy." He said.

"But it's not clean." She said, kissing it again. "It's all sticky with my pussy and your cum."

"Does it bother you to have that in your mouth?" He asked and she shook her head. "Then why should it bother me?"

Her only answer was to smile and rise up and kiss him again, pressing her body forward and pillowing his cock with her perfect breasts. When she was done he could see how happy she was as she hunched her shoulders a little and looked down. "You know, if I had bigger tits I could do this better." She said, her breath warm on his skin and her lips kissing and caressing him with every word.

"You're doing fine... and your tits are still perfect." He said and her smile when she looked up at him was radiant. She placed a soft, lingering kiss on the head of his cock and lowered herself, suckling gently as she took him past her lips, caressing him with her tongue and he sighed in contentment at the warmth of her mouth and stroked her hair back from her face as she bobbed a little, her hands braced on his inner thighs and her soft breasts caressing him with every movement.

"Fuck, that feels amazing." He whispered, caressing the skin of her cheek with the pad of his thumb and he could see in her eyes that she was happy, that his words meant something to her beyond empty sentiment. She bobbed a bit more, suckling as one hand moved to caress the part of his cock that wouldn't fit in her mouth while the other hand fondled his sac, rolling his balls gently as she leaned into him and he sighed, the contact and the act, the feel of her tongue and her lips, her hands and her breasts was all wonderful.

"Ohhhhh Grace... I'm not going to last long at this rate... god that feels so good..." He watched her, unable to look away and when she made eye contact with him he knew that he was about to go. His teeth gritted and he groaned and she pulled back and stroked him with both hands, looking up at him with a smile as he came, spurting over her face and hair. She flinched as it landed across her nose and then her cheek and the final burst spattered across her chest and she laughed and stroked him a bit more before she kissed the head again and sucked free the last little bit of it, savouring the taste with a smile before she swallowed it down. When he drew her up she went into the kiss gladly, her arms going around his neck and they remained that way for a long time, lips caressing and tongues tangled before he stood, drawing her with him. With a slight dip he scooped her up and she laughed as she held onto him and he carried her to the bathroom.

«5»

They enjoyed the size of the shower together, taking their time to wash one another thoroughly and she leaned back against him as he washed her breasts for perhaps the tenth time, though she said nothing, smiling as she enjoyed the attention and doing the same with his cock, enjoying the way he swelled for her, growing hard and ready only for her to kiss him there and turn so he could wash her some more. And he was good with his hands, washing her hair and massaging her scalp until she was purring like a cat and when they had had enough of the water he got a big, soft towel and dried her off gently, paying as much loving attention to her body as he possibly could. After they were dry he had her sit on a towel on the table as he pulled over a chair.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a smile, spreading her legs a bit more.

"I want to shave the rest of this off." He said, running his fingers over the trimmed strip of hair over her pussy.

"Why, do you want me to look like a little girl or something?" She asked with a little laugh as he applied some shave gel and worked it into a foam, taking the opportunity to flick her piercing with his fingers and make her gasp, her entire body jerking.

"No... but trust me, I'll show you in a minute." He said and she just watched as he carefully shaved her pussy until she was completely bare and smooth. He wiped her skin clean and then looked up at her with a smile. "Breakfast time!" He said before he leaned down and slowly licked across her freshly shaved skin, making her gasp and moan.

"Ohhhhh fuck." She said, her voice coming out as a groan as she fell back to lay on the table, surrendering to his mouth as he licked and kissed her pussy again, delving past her labia and seeking out the sweet, slick rim of her entrance. He heard her gasp as he rubbed at her piercing while his tongue and lips explored across her vestibule and higher before he caught her clit with his lips and suckled gently, flicking the piercing with his tongue and tasting her nectar as she got wetter and wetter.

"Mmmmm... oh god, Paul... oh fuck... ohhhh..." She moaned and writhed, alternately gripping the edges of the table and his head, pulling him closer as he licked and kissed, his fingers spreading her pussy wide so he could delve deeper into her, tasting the musky, sweet flavour of her and feeling the warmth of her body. She sobbed as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm and when he rubbed at her piercing again, she came spectacularly, gushing and crying out as her body tensed and her legs shook and she sobbed, one hand over her mouth the other gripping the table as if she was trying to keep herself from flying away.

And he didn't relent, wrapping his arms around her legs once more and holding her against his mouth as he kept at her, licking and kissing and devouring her until she came again... and again... and again. By the time he stopped she lay on the table a wet, sweaty mess barely awake and unable to do more than lie there and try to catch her breath. And he said nothing as he rose and left her laying there, unable to move... unable to even think, too tired to stay awake and too turned on to sleep. She was glad that he had stopped and she wished that he had kept going and all she could do was stare at the ceiling as she tried to recover from what had just happened to her and she wondered if he was ever going to let her go.

She sure hoped not.

«6»

It was the middle of the night when Paul woke up, curled in against her again, holding her close and tight and he knew that he was going to have to give her back her clothes soon. For the last three days he had kept her naked and happy and they hadn't left the room once... had barely left the bed. But it was turning into Monday and she had a life, had friends and a job and other things that she had to do other than stay here and have sex with a man old enough to be her father. But they had both enjoyed themselves and he had no regrets about picking her up when he had, it had been fun and he had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of what they had done. He kissed the back of her neck and she gave his arms a squeeze.

"How long have you been awake?" He whispered.

"I haven't slept... or at least, not too much." She returned.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He said and she brought his arms up and kissed where she could reach, just below his wrist.

"Don't be." She said. "I didn't want to sleep, I didn't want this weekend to ever end."

"Me either." He said and she turned to her back and lay there in the dark, just looking at him for a long while.

"Does it have to?" She asked finally. "End, I mean."

"Grace..." He began and she interrupted him with a kiss.

"Let me stay with you." She whispered. "Or you can stay with me. I have my own place, it's small but you could come and live there."

"Grace..." He began but she interrupted him, kissing him to silence again.

"You could stay with me and we could have sex as much as you want. I'll never say no, Paul, not to anything." She said and he could hear the hint of fear and desperation in her voice.

"Grace..." He began again and she kissed him, trying to interrupt him once again but he pushed her down into the sheets and kept kissing her until she was completely breathless and limp.

Two could play this game and he decided to play it better than she could. He rolled over on top of her and pinned her down, grabbing her wrists and pushing them into the mattress and holding her there as her legs wrapped around him. When he finally let her breathe again, she could barely move, just stare up at him through a haze as he slid back and then forward, spearing into her with his cock, filling her completely and making her cry out, sobbing at the feeling. He had things to tell her, things that were important, but they fled his mind as he moved, gliding through her with steady, even strokes. He kissed away her tears when she sobbed and drank down her moans, holding her in place and not letting her roll him over when she tried. He made her cum and then cum again, never stopping, never slowing, not caring if he ever reached his own climax because that was unimportant to him. All he cared about was her; her pleasure, her happiness, her well-being... he made her the centre of his universe and she felt it as he made her cum again and again until she lay limp in the sheets, a hot, sweaty mess. She was barely conscious, couldn't have gotten up if she tried and when he slipped out of her she moaned and clung to him weakly, unable to stop him.

"Listen, Grace..." He began gently and she looked at him, anguish clear in her eyes. "I'm leaving in a few days, moving away from this city.

"No... please!" she begged, tears running from her eyes as she reached for him and he caught her hand and held it, rubbing her arm and soothing her as he explained.

"I have to... I'm sorry but I hate this fucking city and I can't stay here any longer. I've just been waiting on confirmation for something before I head out."

"Please... please stay, just a little longer." She begged, openly crying now and he felt his own tears threatening as he reached out to cup her cheek, wiping away her tears gently.

"I can't, Grace, I'm sorry." He knew that if he delayed, even another day, that he wouldn't leave and it was vital that he get away from this city.

"When will you go?" She asked finally.

"Wednesday." He lied and she nodded.

"Then let me stay until then, let me have that time with you." She begged and he sighed.

"Alright, I'll tell you what, let me run a few errands today and I'll pick you up this evening. We can have a nice dinner out and come back here for the night. Sound good?"

"No, I don't want to leave. I want to stay right here." She said firmly.

"Grace, you need to keep your job. And I'm going to be gone most of the day. I promise I'll pick you up tonight, alright?"

"Fine..." She pouted and drew him down into a kiss. When it was done she had her arms and legs around him again. "But first, one more time." She demanded and he smiled and nodded.

"How can a man say no to a request like that?" He said, watching her face as he filled her again. She was beautiful... the most beautiful woman in the world.

«7»

She waited three hours for him to come and pick her up before she got into her car and drove to the hotel, her heart racing and fear warring with anger within her. She parked and went inside, taking the elevator up and walking to his room. The door was open and inside a housekeeper was bundling up the sheets and blankets while another ran a vacuum over the carpets.

"Excuse me, where's the man who was renting this room?" She asked and one of the women looked up, surprised.

"He checked out earlier, he's gone." She said and she felt the world drop out from under her.

"Uhhh, thanks." Grace said and walked back out to her car and sat there crying for a long time. In the room the housekeeper tucked the envelope with Grace's name on it down into her basket a little further. Anything left behind in the rooms was fair game, everyone knew that.

After an hour, Grace drove back to her apartment and cried some more, pissed that he had lied to her, pissed that he hadn't even said goodbye, pissed that she hadn't had the time he had promised to try and change his mind and pissed that she had let herself be tricked into letting him go that easily. But she couldn't make herself hate him, couldn't make herself wish that he had never been born or even that she had never gone back to his room with him. She had enjoyed their time together far too much and wished only that she could have one more night, one more time with him. She knew that in time she would get over it and move on, but for now she was content to cry as she curled herself into a ball on her bed and drifted to sleep, dreaming of the man that had slipped away from her.

The End