Rebound (21 page)

“
Yep. I did when I was
twenty. It was a good way to make a lot of money quickly. I spent a
summer there with two of my friends, Chelsea being one of them. I
danced in a bunch of clubs. I danced everything from go-go to
burlesque—where ever I could get on the schedule. I wasn’t fully
nude though. Pasties and g-string were my rule. In less than three
months, I made enough to pay off my tuition at the Conservatory and
transfer colleges so I could study business.” I revealed. I hoped
that the speed of my revelation would reduce the sting of his
potential rejection. “Is that a problem?” I asked with concern,
zipping up the bag and walking with it to the front
door.

“
Wow . . . Not a problem.
I’m trying to picture you dancing behind those fans. You’ll have to
dance for me one day while using them.” He turned to me and gave me
a dazzling smile. I quietly breathed a sigh of relief at his
open-mindedness and returned his smile.

“
Hmm. I just might.” He
walked up to me and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to his
front. I could feel his erection straining in his pants. He leaned
in to kiss me full on the mouth, my lips parted to let in his
tongue, both our tongues intermingled, darting in and out of each
other. He smelled so good and tasted even better. He smelled minty
and slightly musky. I didn’t want to get in too deep with our
kisses and caresses. The task was to get my things, go to his
place, and spend my nights with him. I pulled away and took a deep
breath. “I’ve finished packing. We can go back to your place. We
get carried away the second our bodies come together. We’re like
magnets trying to fuse together.”

As if testing the theory, he pulled me
close and picked me up by cupping my bottom and lifting me up with
his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist while we
kissed, and my arms snaked around his neck. He carried me to the
bed and laid me down. He ground into me, demonstrating his desire,
and I gasped. I stared into his remarkable dark eyes and took in a
deep breath. My fingers combed through his thick wavy hair, feeling
the softness of the strands. I reached up to kiss him, and pulled
him toward me for a deeper kiss, losing myself in his hot, soft
kiss.

When I felt the heat that usually
ensued when I deeply kissed Matt, I pulled away and moved my face
to keep away from the pull of his lips. “Matt, really. We can do
this at your place.” But despite my words, my pelvis rocked upwards
to meet him. He pulled my face gently with two fingers, looked into
my eyes and grinned when my actions confirmed my desire.

“
We can do it here and at
my place.” He said breathlessly in between licks and nibbles of my
jaw and my neck. His hands caressed my breasts through my
unflattering golf shirt. My nipples pearled at his touch beneath
the padded t-shirt bra. His strong fingers grasped my rib cage, and
he pushed me further up the bed. My body quivered with anticipation
of both. I was getting hotter by the second, and I realized we
still had our jackets on.

“
Is there a stronger word
than ‘insatiable’ because that word would describe you perfectly.”
I informed.

“
You make me this way. I
think about you every waking moment. I dream about you. I smell you
in the air. I feel you when I take a pause. Your gasps, whimpers
and moans are in my ears making me hard so often in the day that I
feel like I’m going to explode. I want to replicate those thoughts,
feelings and sounds every single moment I’m with you.” I felt a
burst of heat at my core and moaned at his words as he pulled down
my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. He laid kisses on my
abdomen. I writhed because of the electric currents that flared
from the places his mouth touched.

When his mouth traveled down to my
mound, the current of desire caused me to rise underneath him,
encouraging the course his mouth planned to travel. He raised my
legs by my ankles, which were trapped by my pants and underwear,
and widened my legs slightly. With hips spread open, his head
traveled in between my legs, placing his mouth on my mound. I felt
his bristly beard on the inside of my thighs, which created a burst
of sensations that flowed from my core throughout my body. He
gripped my thighs, the back of my thighs rested on his shoulders,
and my calves on his back.

“
You’re so wet. You want
me just as bad as I want you. Don’t you?” He waited for an answer
before he continued his attention to my pussy. “Am I right? Do you
want me?” He asked again, holding my hips down firmer after I
jerked upwards seeking attention from his mouth again. My arms rose
above my head, hands gathering my hair, pushing the tendrils away
from my body to reduce the heat emanating from my being.

“
Yes. I want you. All the
time.” I said in between intakes of breath. I felt the perspiration
building on my neck and cleavage. He returned his attention to
feasting on me. My hands returned to his head to encourage him to
continue.

His index finger entered my cut and
curve to press on my g spot. I groaned with desire. His thumb
circled my clit with precise pressure. He sucked on my pussy lips.
His tongue flicked on my clit and then it entered me. He alternated
entering his tongue and fingers within my channel. I felt the waves
of my climax about to peak. Our union was intense. I’d never felt
such strong sensations and emotions from a sexual connection. He
suckled my clit, my pussy quivered in orgasm, pulsing around his
fingers. I arched and moaned in response. As I climaxed, I pulled
my hand away from his hair and covered my mouth to silence a
scream, refusing to scream in my usually quiet
apartment.

He looked up at me and grinned. His
mouth and chin wet with my moisture. “You were quite reserved
there. Wasn’t it good enough?” He knew it was more than
good.

I wiped away at the perspiration
around my mouth and then forehead. Taking in a deep breath, I
announced, “I’ve never had a man in this apartment. I’m not about
to advertise the fact that I got thoroughly tongue fucked.” He
laughed, released his grip, and moved away from between my legs. I
lowered my legs onto the bed, feeling a delicious ache on my
muscles.

“
Stay there. I’m going to
get a towel to clean you up.” I rose up on my elbows and watched
him walk into the bathroom. I heard water rushing. Within a few
minutes, he returned with a damp washcloth in his hand. He pushed
my leg aside and wiped the warm, damp washcloth across my sex. His
touch was tender and loving, much like when he bathed me last
night. He pulled up my underwear over my calves and thighs. I
assisted by wriggling my panties over my hips, and he did the same
with my pants. I stood up off the bed to wriggle into my pants,
pulling them up over my hips as he walked to the bathroom to
discard the washcloth. I heard the water rush again.

“
Let’s go to my place. Are
you hungry?” He asked upon his return.

“
I’m starving. All this
sexual activity is burning a lot of calories.” He walked up to me
and held me at my waist.

“
Well, let’s get you fed
because there will be a lot more sexual activity tonight and every
day that I have you home with me.” I shivered and gave him a
smile.

Matt picked up my bag and we walked
out the door. From the car, he called for take-out Chinese to be
delivered to the apartment. When we arrived at his place, he
valeted the car, and we walked to the concierge desk and picked up
the food. Matt carried my weekend bag and attempted to also carry
the takeout bag. When I attempted to grab the food bag from him, he
pulled it back away from me.

“
Matt, your chivalry is
commendable. Your mom would be so proud, but I think I can carry at
least one of those bags.”

“
I’m not going to break my
back with these light bags. Perla, you can just press the
elevator.” He raised them over his head a few times while he
smirked.

I rolled my eyes and walked ahead of
him to press the elevator call button. When he arrived by my side,
he leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. My heart fluttered
at his public display. The lobby wasn’t occupied with other people,
but the concierge was at the desk and the valets were visible
through the glass windows.

I playfully tried to grab at the
carryout bag. “No. I’ll hold the bag.” He wrapped his strong arms
around my upper body, ensuring that the bags not rest on my back. I
felt heat rising from my neck to my cheeks.

“
How long have you lived
in this building?” The elevator arrived and the doors opened to
reveal a load of passengers. Once they exited, we entered and he
began to answer. I pressed his floor and the doors
closed.

“
I moved in over a year
ago when I separated from my wife. I moved out of our house and I
bought this place because it’s close to work.” I didn’t want to ask
any further about the separation and divorce because I didn’t want
to give more information about the end of my marriage. As much as I
wanted to hear about what happened to his relationship, I wasn’t
quite ready to give the nitty-gritty details of what went wrong
with me and Ben.

“
It’s a lovely building.
Lots of amenities. I’m sure it’s met a lot of your needs as a busy
doctor.” I responded to hide the fact that I wanted to know if he
had ever lived in the apartment with his ex-wife. I would’ve liked
to have known if she is still living in their house or if they sold
it and split up the profits. I didn’t have the benefit of such an
agreement.

When we arrived at his apartment, he
pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed it to me to unlock his
door. I walked ahead and unlocked the heavy metal door, holding the
door for him. I hung up my things in the hall closet.

“
Definitely has all I
need, which is why I jumped on this unit when it came available. I
have a spare key for you in my office.” He informed me as we walked
into the apartment. He walked to the kitchen counter and set the
food down as I locked the front door. He walked to the bedroom to
set down my things. “I’m going to change out of these clothes. I’ll
be right back.” He was still wearing his suit. I knew if I was
overheated from our little interlude at my apartment, he certainly
was consumed by the heat in a three piece suit.

I went to the kitchen to wash my
hands, and set about to get plates, utensils, and placemats for our
food. I removed the small containers from the bag and set them
about the counter. I got myself a big glass of ice water, and I
figured that I’d ask him what beverage he preferred when he came
out of the bedroom. I opened the containers and set about putting
forks in each so we could serve ourselves.

He walked out of the bedroom wearing a
well-worn blue t-shirt, and loose fitting sweatpants that were
slung on his hips. He was barefoot and stalked across the dark wood
floors to the counter.

“
What do you want to
drink?” I asked.

“
I’ll get it. Why don’t
you go change and get comfortable.” He smiled at me. I would’ve
liked to just eat, but I really needed to get comfortable. When I
entered his bedroom, I found my bag on a luggage rack beside the
dresser. I pulled out the night gown and put it by my pillow. ‘My
pillow’, I’d gotten familiar very fast. I pulled out my nightgown
and laid it underneath my pillow to change into when we go to bed.
I retrieved a t-shirt and the black yoga pants. I removed my shoes
and socks, and in one quick movement I took off my panties and
pants. I peeled off my shirt. I folded everything and tucked them
in a side compartment of the bag.

When I removed my bra, I cupped my
heavy breasts, slowly massaging them from the day’s confinement and
the heaviness from the earlier arousal. My entire body ached. I
hadn’t had a good night’s rest in days. I wasn’t complaining, just
reminded myself of why I was so pleasantly sore and exhausted. I
put on my t-shirt as I strolled barefoot out of the bedroom and
tugged it down my waist. I pulled my curls and wrapped it up and
away from my neck using a hair clip.

Matt stood behind the counter, smiling
at me as he served himself some food from a container. “You look
beautiful.” He smiled. The heat rose to my cheeks. I put my head
down and grabbed the back of the stool.

“
You’re sweet, but you
need to have your vision checked, Doctor.” I sat on the counter
stool, and looked to serve from the containers, picking up my
favorites. I made sure not to serve myself too much since it was
getting very late and I didn’t want to sleep on a full stomach. I
limited it to a small amount of rice, and the rest vegetables and
meat.

“
Do you want anything to
drink, other than the water?” He nodded over at my
glass.

“
No, this is good. Still
thirsty from teaching, so I’ll stick with water. Thank
you.”

“
How was class? It seemed
like it was packed. There were lots of ladies walking out of the
room when picked you up.”

“
It’s always packed. We’re
planning a second class, but I don’t have any time in my schedule
to take it on, so I’m teaching my friend Keta my routine. Once
she’s ready, Chelsea will schedule another class. She and I have
practice on Saturday, so there won’t be much of a day
off.”

“
Well, I hope you get some
rest for when I return.” He grinned, and I smirked.

“
I’ve kept up so
far.”