“Rebound, Pt. 5” by Scripted Starlet

Rating: M-est.

A.N. You can thank Marion for her quick beta-ing. Whoosh. That’s a smutty wrap! Now I can devote all my energies to “Fallout”.

It was very gratifying for Alex Eames to lead her partner astray. To see his restraint break as a result of her strutting and scheming. It had been so easy, really. So ridiculously simple to get Bobby to see her in another light. And now that the switch was flipped he was hers for the taking; a spoil that she partook of joyously as the elevator zoomed upward.

On the ascent from their previous lives.

“Please tell me there’s a bed up there.” His breathing was heavy upon her own while he stooped and she swooned, kissing like a couple of newlyweds in mixed company.

Fortunately for Bobby and Alex, there was no mixed company. In fact, there was hardly any as they cut across the lobby. None whatsoever as they trailed through the foyer to step inside the equally vacant lift. And what Robert Goren didn’t know was that each floor—not just the ground level—was amongst the makings of a ghost town. That the building itself was an excised construction scheduled to be demolished the following Tuesday.

Another twist.

Another marvelous niche in the labyrinth of Detective Eames’ wily mind.

“We’ll make do with what we have,” she told him. Goren’s brow furrowed in question when she began to unweave the knot of his tie. “I want to be naked,” she said shamelessly, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. “You can stay clothed. But this,” the fetter was loosened then yanked, “has got to go.”

“Are we role-playing?”

“Sure.” The elevator opened and he followed her out. “You’re Bobby and I’m Alex.”

A hand beset her forearm and Eames tried to hide her excitement as he trapped her against the wall. Pinning her with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Do it, she thought fleetingly. Go on, Bobby. Pick me up again and tear off my pants and finish this. Finish me.

“Alex, why is there nobody here?”

Damn. No such luck.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to be watched? Because I’ve already bent the rules a hell of a lot more than I should for you, Goren. Honestly, I never knew you were so…” her arms lengthened around his back and she pouted winningly, “demanding.”

He smiled, letting out a deep chuckle as his fingers traced her jaw line. “But you did know there’d be no one here, didn’t you, Alex?”

“My brother-in-law used to work on this floor,” she conceded. Digging into her purse, she produced a ring around her index finger and said pointedly, “Key to his office.”

“And what’s in his ‘office’?” Bobby asked, making the word sound all kinds of dirty as he slipped the crook of silver from her grasp and brought her hand to his mouth.

“Oh, you know, the usual. A bookcase…” He kissed her fingertips. “A fish tank…” The grooves of her palm. “A desk.”

“A desk?” Tongue and teeth clashed on the inside of her wrist.

“And a couch,” she urged. “But I’ve really, really had my eye on that desk.”

“So this is what you think about?” He seized her waist and pulled her close. And Alex could scarcely believe that he was already that hard for her. Again.

Ladies and gentleman, we have a winner.

“When you’re visiting family? When you’re having everyday conversations with other people… you’re thinking about me, aren’t you, Alex?”

“Not always.” Despite her resolve, Eames’ speech was burdened with the bulk of Goren pressing against her. “It’s just this desk, Bobby…”

“What about it?”

“It looks an awful lot like the ones we have at work.”

Bobby drew back immediately, jerking them both away from the wall in the process.

He was right, she observed. He really can’t hide all that underneath his jacket.

“Right or left?”

“Left. Fourth door from the end.”

He squeezed her fingers, not having to be told twice.

Eames tried not to laugh as Goren raced down the hall, dragging her petite self along with him like a skipping rag doll. She lost the fight when they stopped and he found himself fumbling with the lock, snarling silently until the click came and the unwieldiness was pushed to the side. Still tittering, Alex attempted to hang her bag on the rack but Bobby wouldn’t let her move away. Not even for a second.

So she threw it elsewhere. Amongst his tie and her coat and all of the inhibitions they’d shed since their fateful meeting last Sunday. That one, not-so-ordinary morning that Robert Goren had unwittingly planted his seed—leaving Alex Eames with no choice but to tend to it.

His lips were in her hair as ardent fingers unbuttoned her blouse. And after it fluttered to the floor he was only too anxious to pry at the stretch of nylon banding her torso.

“Can’t wait to see you,” he pled, and she lifted her arms obligingly so that he could discard of her halter. But when he reached for the bra clasp Alex smacked his hand lightly, sending her poor partner into a fit of frustration.

“It’s a little tricky,” she explained, unhooking it herself before Bobby blew his top. “And if I’d known tonight would be the night I would’ve worn the one that opens in the front.”

But Goren wouldn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. For he was far too awe-struck with the revelation that was Alex’s front.

“Pants next,” he said coarsely, twirling his finger in their direction.

With a devilish grin, Alex unsnapped the disk and slinked from her slacks; not even bothering with the zipper because the material rustled down with a single shimmy. In nothing but her satin undies, she took off her boots and toed off her stockings, straightening proudly before she gave Bobby her best come hither look. And even though she was visibly downsized by the disrobal she was ready.

Completely and utterly ready for him.

When he came at her she forced herself to remain still. Forced herself to quash whatever schoolgirl trepidation smattered her stomach as her large partner scooped her from where she stood. She gave a slight sigh as he aligned her across his chest; his muscular arms making her feel as though she weighed nothing at all. She wasn’t scared when he carried her to the aforementioned desk, but the manner in which her heart was racing would deem otherwise.

The surface had been swept of gadgets and trinkets and even the photo frames were long gone. All of the furniture was to be picked up that weekend, actually, along with the remainder of items too cumbersome to be hoisted out in boxes. Alex wondered idly what Aidan might say to his sister-in-law soiling the spot where he scanned his clients and typed his spreadsheets. Oh, well. If guilt came to worst she could always buy him a new one…

“So beautiful,” Bobby was murmuring as she was being deposited. Carefully. She hissed at the feel of cold stiffness beneath her and he sat her back up immediately, smoothing his warm palms over her chilled skin. “Is that better?”

“Much better.” Her hand unclenched to graze his cheek, ensuring that he wasn’t an apparition. “Although you’re never exactly this… tender with me in my fantasy.”

His entire self went rigid, and Eames would swear in that moment that she felt the sternness of stone replace the pliancy under her fingers.

“Am I rough?” Goren returned all of a sudden, peering at her curiously and about ten shades darker than he usually did. “Is that how you like it, Alex?”

“Not particularly.” She kept up the impish guise because, hell, it seemed to work for her. ”Although I can take it that way if that’s what you want…?”

“Fuck what I want.” The intensity of his words roused her and Alex rubbed her legs together in anticipation. “I want to know what you want.”

“How much more obvious can I possibly make it?” Her voice was low. Feminine but husky. “Why do you think I even bothered to seduce you in the first place? I want you inside of me, Bobby. I want you to—”

Eames mewled with relish as Goren’s lips took swift possession of her curled tongue. Her head was tipped when he found the nape of her neck, drawing her into him as he sucked leisurely with the moist impulsion of his mouth. And when Bobby changed the pace to seep into her Alex saw the exchange for what it really was and, moreover, what it would come to be. Because Robert Goren was neither rough nor tender when it came to women.

He was playful.

Emboldened by this discovery, her touch skittered across his waist, itching to remove his belt and pants. He let her, of course, and both of the items hung low on his hips after she’d freed him. Still attached to Bobby, Alex rose up on her knees and leveled herself using his broad shoulders, moaning loudly when their lips parted and his face skid lower, kissing the fullness around her breast but not upon her nipple.

“What happens in your fantasy?” he asked, already pushing her down again.

This time Eames was prepared and she eased into the shock, knowing that in any moment she’d be so hot that this room and its wayward draft wouldn’t matter.

“You seem to be doing just fine on your own.”

Bobby grasped her foot and brought it to his mouth, massaging her instep before he feathered his lips around the delicate bones of her ankle. And then it was the shape of her calve—fierce heat on firm muscle as he glided smoothly, his deft tongue lapping when it dipped into the pit of her knee. Alex nearly giggled from the onslaught but then he was riding her inner thigh; reddening her skin with the fuel of his stubble and tugging it with the mark of his teeth.

Tepid but persistent. Lazy yet lulling…

His fingers pinched the twine of her panties and she thrust her hips high, facilitating the move so he could pull them off of her. Eames was amused to see him tuck her underwear into his pocket, but—to his credit—Goren wasn’t sheepish about it. Catching her expression, he bent over to give her an apologetic kiss.

“For safekeeping,” he proffered, and with a roll of his pelvis the pants fell all the way to his ankles. Alex’s heart stopped, her very center pulsing from the lure of his proximity. Finding his hand, she led his gangly fingers to her clitoris and stared at him, hoping that he would follow through. Bobby gazed at her for but a second and then shook his head. “Not good enough.”

Simply beside herself, Eames watched with rounded eyes as Goren guided both legs, spreading them to each corner of the desk so that she was exposed and then clamping on her toes as he directed them onto the table’s rim. Her face was pink from the display and her chest was heaving when his mouth returned. Sucking sultry circles into her tender stomach, a hair's-breadth away from where she wanted him to be.

“Bobby,” she whimpered, and by then her desperation had flooded the room.

“You smell clean.” He licked up and aside, along the hewn muscles of her shuddering torso. “Such a good girl…”

Normally she would’ve rolled her eyes at his tawdry use of sarcasm but Bobby was making it much, much too difficult. And as it was Eames wasn’t sure whether she wanted to bait him or blush.

“It’s so ironic, isn’t it, Alex? My sweet, modest, levelheaded Alex. Taking off your clothes... taking me into your mouth… wanting it right here. Wanting it so badly that you just…” he nipped beneath the underside of her breast, “couldn’t…” his tongue roved over the ripe mound, bathing her bothered peak on its path, “wait.”

The assault ended with a sexy suspiration on her collarbone. Bobby’s breath smelled faintly of her skin and Alex’s brain was fluxing from the blend of his body on hers. The scent of their intermingling. He was sliding his hardness up and down the slipperiness of her folds and it was driving her crazy. Nothing but waste and want.

Fuck me, Bobby.

The heat was shifting. Taking on new forms of loveliness as Goren’s lips began to return south. Eames could see the future and it was beautiful.

“Make me come,” she said softly. Her fingers were threading the full of his hair as she led his face near.

“If you tell me more I’ll give you more,” he teased, placing a gentle kiss on her liquid flesh that spun and sparked ribbons of electricity. “Tell me more about this fantasy of yours, Alex, and I’ll do all of it. I’ll give you everything.”

She looked at him and he looked at her. She licked her lips moistly and he didn’t so much as flinch. It was then that Alex realized she liked Bobby better when he was off kilter. And, running her hand down her flat tummy, she aimed to keep him that way.

“It’s late,” she began, noting how his face fastened on where her splayed fingers came together. At the apex of her thighs. “Or early maybe. It doesn’t matter because we’re at the office but nobody’s in yet. And nobody is going to be in for a few hours…”

“The whole place to ourselves,” Goren broke, chuckling again. “I like that.”

“I’m exhausted,” she continued, peeling herself apart and shivering as she felt that familiar stir in her belly. “You say you’re going to go make me some coffee, like you always do, and I fall asleep face down. Waiting for you to come back…”

“And what happens when I come back?”

His gaze was suddenly too intense to bear and Alex’s eyes sought shelter as she probed herself quietly; circling and descending ever-so-slowly to fill the void within. Her body reacted to the cautious stimuli despite, or maybe because of, his surveillance. It was a strange sensation that lifted her above and aloft, allowing her to focus on nothing but her pleasure. Bobby’s presence a shadow in the background.

“What happens, Alex?” she heard again. Goren’s voice was distant but demanding, slicing through the black immersion like a beam of reality. She knew that he was intrigued. Bewitched at the sight of her playing with herself with him in mind. He might also have sensed that this… all of this… was a definite first for her. That she’d done everything to and for him on a flight of a fancy.

It didn’t matter.

Yes, her situation was venturesome and vulnerable but for whatever reason… Alex felt alive. Powerful and charged as her thumb stretched to taunt the tiny nub that quavered in its wake.

“You’re on top of me.” Eames’ words were makeshift. Blessedly hazy as she managed to block out the room and slip into her reverie. “I don’t know how we got there, but I know what happens next. I’m on the desk and you’re kissing me awake, Bobby. You’re holding me down. And I don’t even have time to think before you—”

Her tale was cut short as she felt his long frame flatten upon her own. His kiss was drifting from her forehead, her nose, and onto her mouth as he captured her, forcing her to accept it. His hand pulled her fingers out of her noisily and a second later Alex’s eyes flew open and her throat was filled with sounds that Bobby sealed and smothered. Almost fully sheathed, he gripped her legs and yanked them higher, making the room necessary for him to thrust in wholly as her soles slipped past his waist and attempted to latch onto his back.

When he released her she began to pant, wondering how he’d known. How he could’ve possibly known before she said the words aloud.

“You feel incredible,” he whispered, drawing all the way out of Alex so that she felt as though her entire world was being wrenched from her. And then, just like that, he was back. All the way back as she gasped and clawed, her muscles instinctively clenching and unclenching when the coiling took hold.

“So hot and tight.” Goren grabbed at both sections of her bottom and he brought her up so that their hips slammed against each other. Eames was wound so taut that she thought she was ready to snap when he shoved at her shoulders—preventing her from rising.

“I hold you down,” he reminded her, his shirt collar ripped as she squirmed underneath him, her small hands trying to find purchase. “I hold your body down and I kiss you—right, Alex?” A heavy arm swept across her sternum, blocking but not completely crushing her as she glared at him with half hate, half want. “I kiss you and I make love to you and you come right here on your desk. Right in the middle of the squad room. Which is good, you know. I actually really like—” he pushed far and deep, “—that fantasy.”

“Bobby…” she breathed, an audible reenactment. “Bobby, I need you. I need you inside of me.”

“Baby, I am inside of you.” He smiled and his tongue peaked out to tickle her pulse point before it licked a trail to the shell of her ear. Wreaking havoc with his mouth, Alex just about died when he added, “And it’s so much better than I ever dreamed it could be.”

She bucked as hard as she could, breaking free of Bobby’s restraints but then nearly sobbing in disappointment as he thwarted her. He caught her inner thighs, holding them wide and apart as he drove in at a new angle.

“Oh!” Her surprise escaped her but then her body was simmering with tormented frustration. Her skin tingling as he gyrated against her for thirty… fifty… or maybe even ninety seconds of even, unadulterated friction without impetus. Without so much as a thrust to tide her as his enormous palms kept her rent and his voracious mouth sucked her dry. Stealing any opportunity for complaint as the need grew.

At any other time, such teasing would be welcomed. With any other man, Eames would be laughing. But this was Goren. And not being able to ride him to a gallop was sheer agony.

“Please!”

It was as close to a scream as she could muster.

This was the moment Bobby chose to stop. Letting go and sliding off and finally kneeling on the floor so that Alex felt his warm breath on her bare dampness. A stab of pleasure overcame her sensibilities as he tasted her, and her fingers surfed the waves of his hair while his tongue rasped between her folds. Its wiggling provoked her writhing as he spurred up into her slick channel. And this time Goren allowed her to rocket off the desk as she gave into the thick wetness. Gave into those very thrills that left her cross-eyed.

“Bobby!”

And now she was screaming.

Eames’ legs were dangling on edge before she looped them over his broad shoulders. She could feel herself trickling around his lips and her inner thighs quivering as his tongue caressed her walls. Daring to drop further. Lust laced the cord of her spine as a tide built deep within her, rising and cresting when Bobby’s stroke unfurled. Everything crashed upon her at once as his tactile finger toyed with her clit. So lightly that she barely noticed it. So considerate that it was all she needed.

“Oh, God…” Alex was about to climax. She could sense herself spiraling and she was so damn close. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

But before it could happen the tongue and finger ceased. A second later they took leave. Eames’ lashes were beaded and her eyes were glistening with abandonment. She didn’t know what his purpose was. She didn’t know where she’d gone wrong.

She saw him towering over her and was about to shoot him a look of unrelenting fury when he took her again. Alex went stark as a pole as he locked his arms around her back and jerked her unbendable body upwards so that she was sitting. Sitting with Bobby Goren inside of her. Her walls were shaped and widened by his girth and length and in that instant she saw something otherworldly and flew towards it. Reaching that peak of ecstasy that made her gasp from beyond.

Throwing her head onto her partner’s chest, Alex Eames wept without tears.

“Look at me,” he insisted. And she did. Blearily. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

He stepped rightward, compelling her to wrap herself around him as he found a sturdy guest chair in the corner of the room and took a seat. With Alex straddling him, Bobby kissed her flushed cheeks and began to speak.

“You’re going back with me tonight, aren’t you?”

Eames came home gradually, hovering to find rest as she looked down at the gap they’d closed. Her naked thighs were strewn on top of his and his inordinate size was stretching her deliciously as he caressed her face. Talking to her as though she was precious and dear to him. And everything was so perfect. So wonderful…

How could it possibly be true?

Squeezing her lids shut, she sprung and then sank, feeling that burning exquisiteness that caused her to moan in its reality. The palpability of it all.

“Alex…” She took him tersely and feverishly, rolling her hips over his. “Say that you’re mine.”

She let out a small cry and tossed her hair, her breathing lengthening with content. Bobby’s hands were lifting her off him, guiding her so that his tip nestled her gate before he brought her back to screaming awareness. Impaling her as he threw his head back and grunted.

“Honey, I don’t want to share you.”

He tapped a finger beneath her chin and when she met his eyes she didn’t know what to say. She’d never expected this.

“You’re amazing, Alex.”

She was struggling not to fall. But the strain that she felt with him ramming up and into her was seizing her throat was making it worse. She had meant to have him but now it was clear that he was having her. All of her.

“I adore you.”

She couldn’t look away now. Their bodies were bobbing and his fingers were biting into her waist as they met again and again. Hurtling into one another as the tempo increased and their minds trembled towards the brink.

It’s because of the sex! she thought rashly. Painfully. You never would’ve wanted me before this. And I’m fine with that but don’t… don’t make it out to be anything more than it is, Bobby. Don’t make me—

Her clutching tightness came undone and Alex shouted again as he split her. Spearing her into two as she rippled and pulsed and lost herself to an insufferable amount of friction that birthed fire and killed reason.

“Alex.” He was smiling now. Boyishly between the pushing and the piercing. “Oh, God, Alex. I want you. Just say it, baby. Just say the word and I’ll never let you go.”

She was washed up from the tide. She had tried to stagger forward but now she was drowning in quick sand as her cries echoed his own.

“Yes,” she managed, collapsing altogether.

“Yes, you’re mine?”

He sounded so happy. So genuine. It couldn’t be a farce…

“Yes.”

And she was certain.

“No more Garys,” he affirmed, kissing her open mouth as he stared at her devotedly.

“No more,” she repeated, thinking about how she would never grow tired of this. Of him throbbing and aching inside of her.

“No more married losers.”

“No more.”

“You’re with me now.”

“With you,” she purred, sucking the thew of his neck as she felt him twitch. He was searing her with molten eyes and she had stilled halfway down his shaft when Bobby tensed. Tensed and arched, lifting them both inches into the air as he buried himself to a hilt. Eames watched his expressive face as Goren went full and then flared. Unloading and ejecting burst after burst as she rode him avidly. Compressing her walls and urging him to keep moving. Urging him to keep coming as he called out her first name loudly and lovingly.

Then and there was everything she’d ever wanted and more.

You’re mine, Bobby.

Her stake crystallized as they both went limp. Goren’s fingers were sifting through her hair and she could feel the steam beneath his shirt as she wheezed wearily, trying to catch her breath.

“Mmmm…” she heard him rumble. And it was the sweetest vibration. “Come on.”

“What?”

Alex opened her eyes, her strength spent as he looked at her expectantly.

“I’ll drive this time. Let’s go.”

Her insides were suddenly snagged with apprehension.

“And then what?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Bobby laughed, hugging her briefly before he dug his sure fingers into her knotted shoulders. “We’ll head back, shower, hopefully make love again and then…” he leaned forward and kissed her with promise, “I’ll take you out.”

“Out?”

“Yes, out. Good food. Good music. You know—out.”

She gaped at him. It really was too good to be true.

“Alex?” He seemed confused. And not just a little self-conscious. “Eames, you can pick the place.”

She grinned then, throwing herself at him as she pressed her lips all over the surprise on his face.

“You’re buying.”

…

For Amy.

A.N.

Well, what’d you guys think? Too much smut, not enough smut…? Are you already in need of more smut because then I’ll have to come up with a whole other story and a whole other hookup and OMG the possibilities are friggin’ endless. ;)

A.N.P.S. Props to BookWorm37 for helpful feedback. Ending now tweaked.