Rebound Love

Hooking up

Oakley

I didn’t think that it’d be this good. I dreamt of Archer for the longest time. I kept on arguing with myself if I was seeing things hours ago when I was still holding baby Vee. God...I remembered when I first saw my first high school love... okay, maybe crush, but hot damn...the man looked so f*****g hotter than what Kennedy had showed me on our last group lunch. Archer kissing a dude in a gay club was nothing compared to the real him. Even as he was putting out the cancer stick, the man looked tall and gorgeous. He was built like a damn tree and I wanted to climb him. Stat.

Now, here we were...talking about taking a week off to f**k like bunnies in a ski resort with a private hot tub. It sounded like a goddamn dream yet I was f*****g living it.

“Hey, baby, where did you go?”

The term of endearment made me smile and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like a fool. I have to force myself to reel my feelings back knowing that things between us couldn’t amount to nothing but s*x. We agreed. I had agreed. Well, mostly cause Archer wanted to. I’d streak naked for the whole reunion committee if he’d ask. Together of course...just because, why not?

“Oak?”

“Yeah, sorry. The s*x was so good it had me daydreaming for a while.” I gave him a silly smile just because being sexy was too much of an effort and my limbs were still too weak.

“Mmhmm...whatever you’re thinking of doing to my body. Make it dirty.”

“Oh, babe, I have no issue in conjuring that image. But I do have a problem with following through, I need to recuperate. You really wore me down.”

His sexy chuckle sent warmth down my belly and I decided to snuggle closer to hide my improper thoughts.

“You want some chocolate cake? How about some orange juice?” Archer offered, as he propped his body to his side, his hand rubbed down my spine. The man looked all relaxed and delicious after our many vigorous s****l acts.

“Mmm...how about a little nap, before we get dirty again?” I pushed him back to his pillow and got us back under the sheets. My hand was on his broad torso and my head rested on the pillow next to his. But then he pulled me closer, draping his arm over my back, taking me to rest my cheek on his chest.

“This feels so good,” I mumbled sleepily.

“It does close your eyes, baby. I’ll wake you up real good.” I heard him whisper before kissing the top of my head. Maybe I was just too tired from all f**k fest but I was sure that he mumbled something sweet in my ear.

It was just before dawn when I felt his arms moving down my body. He was spooning me from behind and I felt him everywhere since we were both still naked from our last f**k. Yeah, that was what it was...nothing more. I need to keep on saying that to remind myself.

“Oh...fuck...”

Literally... I was not trying to be funny, but yeah...I still needed to remind myself. Again.

“I know, beautiful...damn, Oakley, you’re even more beautiful than when you were back in high school.” Archer kissed the nape of my neck while he aligned his front to my back. His hardening c**k was rubbing between my ass cheeks as his hands wrapped around my chest and my belly, pulling me so close to him that there was no space between our bodies.

When he started moving his hips in waves, it was like he was making us dance in the quiet of the night. This...this was even more memorable than the three hours I spent with him in our high school library. I didn’t know how I was going to file this under a f*****g session when it felt like he was making love to my body.

“Archer...”

“I got you, beautiful, just relax and let me...take care of you.”

It was his words... it felt like he was making love to me. Archer was sweet, as sweet as the high school heartthrob that I fell in lust with ten years ago. His kisses were gentle, his touches were making goosebumps throughout my body. Even his words were dripping with delightful endearments that made me fear for my heart. I didn’t want to fall for the guy knowing what we had agreed on in the first place.

So I said what I need to break the spell, “Archer, f**k me...now,” and I move my hand back, reaching for his neck, pulling him down for a hard moan-worthy kiss. It was sloppy, it was hard, and it was hot, just the way a dirty f**k in a hotel room should be.

I shuddered when he lifted my knee and pushed his lubed sheathed c**k and pushed inside me with such finesse that I barely felt the burn. Or... maybe I was getting used to it, damn... I couldn’t even remember how many times I climaxed already. He took my knees high to my front as he slid in deeper, angling me perfectly as he kept pounding my happy spot. I was chasing my high in seconds as my breaths pant eagerly.

“Rough...hard, deeper!” I managed to croak out when he started kissing my neck and leaving marks on my back.

“As you wished,” he growled before touching my lips then stole a sweet tender kiss from me. Then... my mind went blank when he flipped me to my front. Roughly. He held me down and spread my legs with his hands. His passionate roughness made my d**k throb for attention.

I was aching for his c**k to be inside me again but his weight kept me from reaching back to him. His hand was on my waist, his other one was on my neck gripping me in a possessive hold. My mind was playing tricks on me cause what I was feeling was not roughness, what I felt was his man cave possessive hold on me, and damnnn... it did unthinkable things to my f****d up mind. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to manhandle me and take me the way he saw fit.

I was a goner when he pulled up my waist and pushed down my shoulder. My ass was aligned to his groin and I whimpered when his lubed fingers played with my entrance while he marked my back licking and sucking me hard edging me closer and closer to my climax.

“So close... please,”

When he slapped my ass with his free hand, I yelped in surprise. Though it only lasted seconds cause he showered me with kisses as soon as his palm left a print on my ass. “I’m going to edge you so good you’re going to remember this until we meet again. I don’t want you seeing anyone else if you want to continue this.”

“Yes...”

“Our rebound thing is exclusive.”

“Yes,”

“No one else gets to touch you but me,”

“Damn it, Archer...yes!” I cursed when he pushed two fingers inside and reached down until he found the spot that made me see stars. “So close...” I added in a breathy needy voice.

“Not yet, you’re mine. You’re going to come when I told you to come.” He moved his fingers and I felt the tip of his condom-covered c**k slowly enter me. I sighed in relief when he bottomed and happily welcomed his thrusts and his weight above my body.

The man had me sprawled on the bed, with my c**k rubbing on the bed sheets. He was driving me crazy with my own lust every time he f**k me into the mattress. Yes. The man f****d me. He f****d me so f*****g good.

But when his hands reached out to mine and he entwined our fingers, it felt more than just f*****g. He may growled and groaned, but deep down I know that his possessiveness was a way of him saying that I was his. His in the way that we let ourselves believe we could be for one another.

Rebound s*x.

“Oakley...” I whined when I heard my name sinfully slip out of his lips. It was erotically pleasing. I’ve never heard someone say my name in such a needy way that I’d do anything for the man.

“Yes...tell me,” Anything...anything you want me to do, I’m yours.

I didn’t say the last line but I let my body speak for me as I moved my hips back to meet his thrusts. The man let out the sexiest, most satisfying grunts and I was lost. I was so lost in his way of holding me that when he told me to let go, my orgasm hit in less than a second later.

“Fuck...fuckkk!” He cursed on the crook of my neck his hot breath prolonged my orgasm as I spilled my load onto the hotel sheets and he thrust hard one last time before I felt him pumping his c*m into the condom. I felt slow shallow thrusts as he finished himself inside me, letting me milk him dry.

Hooking up. Rebound. f*****g.

No romance. No hand-holding. No sweet dates.

Get it together Oakley. He’s Archer Wainwright, the high school heartthrob you fell in lust with ten years ago. This will only be a fling. You won’t get heartbroken. You will be safe.

I tried to educate my mind with my words. I needed my brain to cooperate since my heart was slowly failing when he cleaned me, put a towel on the wet spot, and insisted that he was the one who was going to sleep on it.

Archer was being sweet for a rebound s*x partner and I need to make sure his sweetness won’t cause damage to my future heart.