Page 7 of Rebound (Men of Inked 2.3)
I stared at her as her tongue darted out and swiped against the tender spot underneath the head. “Fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth, tangling my fingers in her hair. As her lips closed around my tip, I shuddered. Honest to God, my body reacted of its own volition, moving forward to push my cock deeper into her mouth.
She moaned around the shaft, causing the vibrations to shoot straight to my balls. I gritted my teeth and tried not to yell out all the things I felt or a string of curse words. My fingers dug deeper into her hair as she worked my dick. Sucking, licking, and stroking with her hand slick from her spit. It was a thing of fucking beauty the way she swallowed me whole and peered up at me. This was the second-best thing in the world next to seeing a woman come from something I did. It was a very, very close second.
“So fuckin’ good,” I whispered, my voice harsh. I rested my head against the door and braced myself. I’d like to think I could last hours as she sucked me off. But there was no way in hell I’d last more than a couple minutes from start to finish.
She increased her stroke, and when her mouth pulled away, she used her hand to swipe the tip. The softness of her hand against the hard, sensitive spot, my sweet spot as I call it, pushed me over the edge.
My thighs locked as my hand fell away, releasing her hair. I rested my palms against the door, enjoying the feel of her lips as I released everything I had into her mouth. My body quaked with each stroke, the aftershocks just as intense as the first wave that smashed my last bit of resistance.
When her lips left my dick, it bobbed in the air and immediately missed the heat of her. I stood there, unmoving, and drew in quick breaths. My heart banged against my chest, outpacing the air I tried to suck into my lungs. She sucked a mean dick. Although it may have been the best blow job I’d ever received, there was nothing more that I wanted than to be buried balls-deep inside her.
She grinned as she rose to her feet. My cock twitched, loving the look on her face. She wasn’t done with me as much as I wasn’t finished with her. I grabbed the back of her neck, crashing my lips down on hers. Our mouths tasted of each other, mixing together on our tongues. The smell of sex and orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and made me want more. More than I could get in one night. She was intoxicating.
When I released her from my grip, she peered up at me and bit her lip. “What’s wrong?” I asked. The look on her face confused me. Was she worried about something? I hoped she didn’t regret anything we just did because it was fucking spectacular.
“This was always a fantasy of mine.” She blushed as her eyes glanced down.
“I plan to make a few more come true before the night’s over.” I smiled down at her, brushing my lips against hers. “The night’s still young, doll.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” she said as she pushed away from me and started to adjust her clothing.
I nodded, pushing my dick back into my pants and zipping them up with great caution. The last thing I needed right now was an injury. My pecker and I had plans for tonight. They involved Fiona and not a wound that would put it out of commission.
She stepped back and put her hands down at her sides. “Do I look good?” she asked, sighing as she blew a puff of air upward and moved the tiny wisps of hair that had fallen free when I fisted her hair.
“You look fuckin’ beautiful, Fi.” She did too. As the overhead light bathed her in a white halo, she looked almost angelic. If I didn’t know her abilities, I’d swear she was an angel sent to rescue me from my weekend of pity.
She blushed again and smiled. “You may want to button that.” She pointed at my dick and giggled.
I laughed, fastening the button that just a few moments ago I couldn’t wait for her to open. “Do I look like you just gave me the best damn orgasm of my life?”
“The best?” she asked, looking shocked.
“Of. My. Life,” I admitted and nodded
. I couldn’t stop the giant smile from growing wider on my face. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get rid of this smile the entire night. It may be permanent, and I hadn’t really been much into smiling recently.
“Well, shit. I could’ve done better than that,” she replied, putting her hands on her hips.
“What?” I blurted out. “There’s no way it could be better than that.”
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” She grinned, looking at me from under her eyelashes.
I closed my eyes, trying not to picture her mouth on my dick again. I didn’t want to walk out of here with a boner. I finally felt a sense of relief, or at least I wasn’t in discomfort like I had been just a few minutes earlier.
“I don’t need tricks. I just need you. I just want Fiona without any bullshit.”
“You’ll get her, but first let’s grab my stuff.”
I reached back, moving my body away from the door as I turned the doorknob. She walked out in front of me, pretending that nothing had happened. She looked cool as a cucumber, but she fidgeted with her hair. It was a bit haphazard and had that freshly fucked look about it as we walked down the hallway. She kept peeking over her shoulder, giving me a tiny smile as we walked down the hallway.
I winked at her, watching her face turn a brighter shade of pink. The excitement I felt was written all over my face. The sadness I had last night had vanished. It was replaced by a sense of hopefulness and eagerness.
How could I go back to my life in Florida after spending a few short hours in New Orleans with Fiona? The bigger question was how did a woman like Fiona work her way inside, change my view of the world, and cause me to examine my entire future?
Were my feelings true, or were we a classic case of rebound?
6
Home
After I returned home to Tampa and got back to my job, I knew it wouldn’t work. Not Fiona, but my life in general. The restlessness I felt working for the FBI had become suffocating and inescapable. Living in a town that held so many memories fucked with my head. I was miserable.
The only bright spot in my day was Fiona. Talking with her, video calls, and texting kept me sane day to day. The western coast of Florida even lacked spirit. The area was bland. It lacked the culture and history that saturated New Orleans.
Everything felt wrong. Every damn thing. I didn’t belong here. The linchpin that kept me here had always been Izzy. I rarely thought about her anymore. I didn’t wish for what could’ve been. We were friends from childhood, and she was no longer the woman I loved.
I wanted to be with Fiona. Nothing brought me greater joy than seeing her face and hearing her voice. I was ready for a new start. I’d never been a pussy when it came to change. Some people may have thought I was overly cautious or a little too in control, but for once I was ready to say “Fuck it.”
Even if it didn’t work out with Fiona, I’d get a fresh start. I deserved that. I earned the right to find my happiness. There was no better place in the world to try to do that than a city like New Orleans.
“Fi,” I said after she answered my call on the first ring.
“Sam!” she yelled. “I’ve missed your voice.”
“Hey, baby. I’m thinking about taking a trip.” I flicked at the balled-up paper sitting on my desk and watched it fall to the floor.
“Oh, where ya going?”
“Well,” I said as I pulled a piece of paper out of my desk, ready to write my letter of resignation. I closed my eyes, praying she wouldn’t freak the fuck out. “I think I need New Orleans.”
“Oh my God, really?” she screamed into the phone, causing me to move the earpiece away from my head. “When? For how long?” she asked quickly.
“Now and forever.”
Those three words were filled with so much hope for what lay ahead. Sometimes you find someplace, someone that makes you feel at home, and you just need to grab it by the reins and hold on for the crazy-ass ride called life. Everything comes with chances, and if we don’t take a risk, we may miss out on the best thing in our life. I was ready for anything. Fiona made all things possible.
“Those are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard,” she whispered. “I’ll be waiting, Sam.”
“On my way, doll. Talk later.”
“Later, babe.”
I disconnected the call and wrote out a short letter, stating that effective immediately I was no longer an employee of the FBI. I had a life to live and nothing would hold me back.
Love.
Life.
Laughter.
I had a future that would be filled with all of those things, and I wouldn’t let anything get in my way. Fiona and New Orleans had changed me. Made me a better man. Brought me more happiness than I thought possible.
I always thought I was in love until I met Fiona. I knew when I touched her that no other woman could ever compare. I wasn’t in love with Izzy Gallo. I loved her, yes, but she wasn’t the one. The time with her wasn’t wasted. It brought me to the Funky Pirate in New Orleans. The stool next to me had sat empty, waiting for Fiona to fill the space at the bar and the void in my life.
