Rebound (30 page)

“
Well, Matt knows all the
places. I’m sure he’ll take you.” He patted Matt on the back, and I
gave Matt a genuine smile. I felt Brady continue to stare lasers
into me. I caught him looking at me from my face to my breasts. His
tongue stuck out of his mouth slightly, licking the bottom of his
lip. I was relieved to have the waiter cut off Brady’s sight line
with the second course.

I looked down at a bowl of root
vegetable soup with crème fraiche and dotted with a truffle oil. I
proceeded to scoop out the dollop of crème. Matt put his hand up to
signal the waiter. When the waiter approached, Matt asked him, “Can
you bring the lady a fresh bowl of soup without the crème, please.”
The waiter obliged and removed the old bowl.

“
Something wrong?” Asked
Brady.

“
I’m sensitive to milk,
and the crème isn’t good for me.”

“
Please let us know if
there is anything we need to remove or substitute.” He offered,
still taking long looks into my eyes. I thanked him.

“
Thank you, Matt” I
whispered, taking his hand in appreciation of his care and
attentiveness. The soup arrived and was placed before me. I took a
tentative mouthful. It was delicious.

I must’ve moaned upon tasting it
because Matt leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I hope I can
elicit such a response from you tonight.” I know I blushed at his
bawdy statement. I smiled up at him. He kissed my cheek in the spot
where I felt the most heat. I looked over and saw Brady staring at
us. Our eyes locked and his face became serious. His jaw muscles
looked tense and rigid from seemingly grinding his teeth together.
He didn’t seem pleased at our display of affection. My smile
faltered slowly and I brought my attention back to my soup. You
could hear chatting and clinking of silverware on dishware
throughout the room.

Thankfully, Jenna and Zipper took
attention away from Brady with conversations about food and how
they love to go out to eat, especially while on vacation. I envied
Matt and his friends for their ability to travel. I suppressed my
envy, and continued to smile and talk to everyone as if I were on
their social-economic level when I clearly wasn’t.

The plates were cleared and our main
courses were brought in soon after. My fish was fantastic. I shared
a piece of fish with Matt and he did the same with his ribs. Ben
never shared his food with me whenever we went out to eat. If I
wanted to try a bite, he would tell me to order it next time, which
was kinda ‘asshole-ish’. I swallowed hard at the bitter
memory.

For as much as I wanted dessert and
coffee, I declined. I was too full. Honestly, I wanted to be
comfortable for any activity that Matt and I would undertake at his
place. Matt yawned and rubbed his eyes. I leaned in, “Are you
tired?”

“
Yeah. I’d like to call it
a night, but it would be rude to eat and run.” I stroked his thigh
as a sign of empathy. “Don’t do that.” He stilled my
hand.

I tried to pull my hand away, “Sorry.”
He held tight.

He whispered, “I just want you so bad
and you touching me will make me take you to a private spot and
fuck you. I just don’t think you’re ready for that.” His beard
grazed my cheek and sent a jolt of electricity to my
core.

I looked into his sparkling eyes, “Try
me?” I whispered seductively.

He nuzzled my ear with his nose. “Take
your clutch and follow me.” I became all tingly. I was only
flirting and he called me out on it. I didn’t actually think he
would take me up on it, but I wouldn’t turn him away. He stood and
I followed. “We’ll be right back. I want to show Perla around.” He
took my hand and led me out of the private room. The restaurant was
completely filled with chattering customers.

Because of the open concept where part
of the kitchen was open to the dining room, there was a bustle of
cooks, wait staff and hostesses walking around the loud room. Music
blared overhead. Fires shot up around the grill, with people
“oohing” and “ahhing”. It was a lively spot, more scenic than I
ever anticipated.

Matt held my hand as he walked me
toward a narrow passageway. He pushed the door open and walked me
up the stairs to a door on the right. He opened the door and led me
into an office and locked the door. He leapt at me, picking me up
into his body. My dress rose over my hips as my legs wound around
his waist. We kissed feverishly, moaning into each other’s mouths.
I pulled away concerned that we were doing the wrong thing. “Maybe
we should wait till we get back to your place?” I
panted.

“
Can you really wait till
we get home?” He jerked into me as he pulled my groin into
him.

I moaned, restraining myself from
digging my hands into his hair. “No, baby.” I said. He set me on
the large wooden desk. The nerves hit me again. “What if there are
cameras in here?” I asked as I nervously scanned the room while he
kissed and sucked on my neck. I released my clutch and laid it
beside me on the desk, clamping my fingers on the desk’s
edge.

“
There are no cameras in
here, Perla.” He tugged my panties to the side, and dipped down to
taste me. I watched him as he licked my moist folds, and gasped at
the flick of his tongue. He pulled up my legs and placed them over
his shoulders. His strong arms pulled my bottom closer to the edge
of the wooden desk, I gasped. His tongue and finger darted inside
my cut as my back arched, widening my legs for access. Just like at
my studio, I restrained myself from making any sounds.

When I came close to the brink, I
commanded him, “Inside me now!” He peered up at me and grinned. My
legs slid off his shoulders as he stood up from his kneeling
position. As he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, I pulled out a
condom from my clutch.

“
You’re prepared tonight.”
He said with raised eyebrow. I reached out for his cock and gently
stroked him to ensure he was sufficiently erect. He leaned forward
and kissed me, biting my lip. I could smell my arousal and taste my
juices on his mouth. I released him from my grip to remove the
condom from the foil, and slipped it over his hard shaft. I slid my
hands over his chest toward his shoulder and slipped his jacket off
his broad shoulders. The jacket fell from his arms and puddled to
the floor.

I guided his cock into my opening, the
tip nestled at my folds. He pushed forward slowly. My fear and
arousal made me tight. “God, you’re so tight. Relax, baby. You’re
okay here. I’ll take care of you.” I took a few deep breathes, and
with each exhalation, he held me at the hips and thrust further in.
With my lower legs, I pulled Matt’s pelvis closer to me. We both
moaned as he plunged deep to the root. I could feel his balls on my
ass. He slowly thrust in and out, finding a rhythm that propelled
us closer to orgasm.

For as deep as he already was, I
wanted him deeper. I couldn’t believe how much I could already take
of him. I reclined slightly, ensuring not to touch items on the
desk, which was surprisingly neat and free of clutter. Mustering
all the flexibility that I regained since starting work, I picked
up my legs and placed them on his chest. My heel clad feet on
either side of his head. The change in position made me tighter and
had him exclaim, “You’re so fucking hot. Shit, you’re sexy. You’re
mine.” I gasped with each sentiment. As Matt grasped my upper
thighs, kneading my flesh as he picked up the pace of his
thrusts.

His beautiful face was wild with
desire, his lids heavy as he concentrated on the tempo and depth of
his drives. I loved watching him fuck me. I got off on just
watching him possess my body. While our coupling was tremendously
satisfying, I mostly enjoyed the fact that he wanted me; average,
curvy, frizzy curled haired me. I couldn’t believe that I could
affect a man such as Matt, and I reveled in his need for me. I felt
desired and powerful.

“
Come for me, baby. I want
to feel you come around me.” He groaned when I lowered my legs and
brought my hand to stimulate my clitoris. “Fuck.” He dipped down to
kiss me, his tongue fucking my mouth at the same time his cock
fucked my pussy. It was this realization that broke the gates and I
flooded over him. Soon after, Matt came with a hard thrust in which
he held me to his groin, and ground us into each other until he was
completely spent.

I wish we could’ve stayed in that
moment forever. We needed to get back to his friends. “That was a
longer quickie than I expected.” He laughed, and pulled out of me.
I winced at his pulling out. He moved away from my body. I adjusted
my panties back to normal and pulled down the bottom of my dress. I
spotted a box of tissues on a side table. I went over and handed a
few tissues for him to clean up and discard the condom. I wiped
down the desk and put the trash in my clutch. Matt fixed his shirt
and pants, and shrugged on his jacket. I adjusted his collar and
smoothed him out, relishing in the feel of his muscular body
underneath my hands.

He took my hand in his and walked me
to the door, and unlocked it. We exited to the hallway and walked
down the stairs. When we neared the restrooms, I kissed him and
said, “I’m going to the rest room to clean up. I suggest you do the
same because you smell like pussy.”

“
Maybe, I want to smell
like your pussy.” He grinned mischievously.

I gave him a kiss and we parted ways.
“You’re awful.”

“
That’s not what you said
seconds ago.” He retorted. I groaned, as he laughed.

I went to the bathroom and entered a
stall to clean myself up. I heard voices from the common area of
the bathroom. One of the voices dominated the conversation, “I told
him that I wasn’t going to waste my time getting to know her. You
know he’s out of her league. She does too; I can see her
insecurity. How couldn’t she? If you would’ve met his ex-wife, you
would know that this one is so hood. Did you see what she was
wearing?” I peered through the crevices of the stall, but couldn’t
see the speaker. It was indisputable that I was the target of the
verbal attack.

I kept listening, “Don’t expect to see
her at the next dinner. She won’t last. He’s just using her. The
sooner he gets what he needs, the sooner he can move onto someone
of his own status.” I realized that the speaker was very tipsy,
taking deep breaths and slurring words. I wasn’t brave enough to
exit the stall and confront the speaker when she was in that state,
but the jabs were connecting with all the sore spots. Not even in
high school did I get verbally assailed like this. “I’m sure Brady
could hook him up with someone better. What the hell do they have
in common?”

My suspicions were confirmed that the
speaker was Brigit. I don’t have to be her friend just because Matt
is best friends with her boyfriend. I was going to go out there,
freshen up and get myself back to Matt. I flushed the toilet, and
exited the stall with my clutch in hand. They were sitting at a
chaise when they saw me, they’re eyes were wide as saucers, and
they uneasily looked down at their hands. I went to the sink and
washed my hands. With the paper towel, I dried my hands and wiped
at my mouth and chin. I reached into my clutch and pulled out my
lipstick, as they whispered to each other. I slowly put on the deep
red color, inspecting my teeth when I was done applying it. Once I
was done applying the color, I turned around and gave them a broad
smile. I walked toward the exit and stopped before them.

“
Brigit, and ladies. I’m
sorry I didn’t take time to speak to you earlier. I’m happy that we
didn’t because I don’t waste time with bitches. You and I will have
nothing to do with each other.” Brigit went to speak, but I
silenced her with my finishing statement. “Having just fucked Matt
in the upstairs office, we have more than enough in common. I
intend to stick around for as long as I want him, and not the other
way around. Have a good night.” I dismissed them with a wave of my
middle finger. Those jealous bitches experienced the wrath, of my
life-long anger towards everyone who ever treated me like
shit.

I walked out of the bathroom and
walked toward the private room. I took many deep breathes before
entering the door. I recounted Brigit’s conversation and kept
thinking replaying the statement that Matt was ‘using’ me. What was
he using me for? Sex? Was I his rebound? I admitted to myself that
he was my rebound. He’s the first man to come along soon after my
divorce. In my heart I knew it was more than a fling, but with
those statements floating in my head, it dared to poison my
connection to Matt. With a deep breath, I entered the room. I
looked around and spotted Matt seated on the arm chair with Lark
and Kent surrounding him. Brady, Zipper and Jenna were speaking in
the corner by the small bar.

From across the room, I tried to give
him my best smile, but he stood up and caught up to me before I
made it to the arm chairs and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“
Nothing.” I smiled. He
didn’t seem convinced, so I decided against going with the ‘I’m not
feeling well’, which is tricky with a doctor. “I just suddenly felt
a bit overwhelmed tonight, and I’m trying to keep it together for
you. Let’s get back to your friends.”

“
Are you sure?” He hugged
me. I nodded, inhaling his scent for comfort. I rose up and gave
him a little peck on the lips.

“
Of course, I want you to
know that I’m here for you and your friends.” He put his arm around
my shoulders and I held him softly by the waist. He walked us
toward the seating area to mingle with his friends, whom I hadn’t
talked to much tonight.