Perfect Match

by Alexis Alvarez

  “Fia, you’re not any of those things.” He put his hand onto hers and squeezed. “God, you’re the farthest thing from that. You handled Chelsea’s bullshit with such attitude. The way you brought out those couples? And I read your blog and web page. You were classy the whole way.”

  “Thanks, but I had to be. I didn’t have the option to be a bitch, too. And I don’t like that.” She searched for words. “I don’t like being the little guy. I don’t like being the new kid who has to prove herself.”

  Dylan nodded. “I’m the new kid, too, Fia. Look, remember how upset I got when I thought you’d leaked my art secret? I’m the low man on the ladder at my job, even if it looks fantastic on the outside. I have to earn my stripes too, and I don’t like it any better than you do, you know, the way Chelsea made fun of both of us. If you think about it, she didn’t make me seem like the most gentlemanly date ever.”

  “Well, you’re not.” Fia rolled her eyes and poked him. “Kidding. No, I get it. It just happened to me more than once and I’m fucking sick of it.” The vehemence in her voice startled both of them.

  She added, “I’m sick of this city. Not Maui, I mean L.A. I’m sick of people being so fake and surface all the time. I’m sick of having to cater to rich assholes all the time, okay? I hate it sometimes. I like making matches that last, but not all of my clients are decent people. Some of them, a lot of them, are total douches. And airheads. They are. Even the smart ones.” She rubbed her face. “And I do worry about being too concerned with presentation.”

  “You’ve said that more than once to me. So do something about it.”

  “It’s not that easy!” She twisted to glare at him. “If it were that easy, you’d stand up to Chelsea or quit, yourself. And I haven’t had time yet to really look into how to make changes. But I will.”

  “Well, maybe we both need to make a change,” he said, his voice taut, then softened his tone. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell. I’d hoped we were going to have a happy reunion.”

  “So, okay, we can go back to your hotel and fuck. What then?” she challenged him.

  “I said I wanted to go on a second date,” he returned. “I don’t know, Fia. What do you want?”

  “I want…I want more than just a few dates. I want to know that if I invest myself into this, that you’re going to match me. That it’s not just me throwing my heart into the ring. Okay?”

  “Well, consider my heart fucking in,” he snapped.

  “Well, good!” She crossed one leg and bounced her foot. “That’s awesome.”

  “Damn straight.” He glared straight ahead.

  She turned to look at him, and found him sneaking a glance at her, and suddenly they both started laughing, big peals of uncontrollable laughter.

  “God, we really are a pair,” she managed, through giggles.

  “Now you really do have to fuck me,” he agreed. “We have so much in common, it’s inevitable that we’d end up together anyway, so we might as well enjoy it.”

  “Well, when you put it that way.”

  “I will put it that way, and a lot of other ways, too. You just wait.”

  Back at the hotel room, she called Grace while he got on his phone with the gallery. “Gracie!”

  “I heard! Connie called me. OMG. I can’t believe they didn’t invite me to the set. But it’s okay. I still love you. So you were the mystery date from Connie?”

  “Yes, I guess I was.”

  Grace laughed. “Don’t you feel silly now, calling the other girl boring and a basic bitch? The other girl was you! I think that’s pretty funny. You know, you’re a lot better in person than on paper.”

  “Yes. It’s hilarious.” She still felt a wave of unease, remembering the shock and surprise, then the way she felt tricked. “I’m not sure if I’m glad about the whole thing, though, or pissed.”

  “You can be both.” Grace sounded confident. “Why pick? It’s okay to be pissed. I’d be a little pissed myself. But also, now you do get Dylan to yourself. And Connie said you two seemed happy, so…” Her voice rose at the end. “I mean, are things…good? What’s going on? Where are you, anyway?”

  “Well, I’m at his hotel. Stop!” She rolled her eyes and smiled at the sound Grace made over the phone, then lowered her voice, even though Dylan was out on the patio and the door was closed. She could see him pacing as he talked, looking out over the ocean. “I think maybe he does want a relationship thing, based on stuff he told me in the car. I don’t know. I hope it’s not just hype for TV that he bought into, and he’ll change his mind when we get back to real life.”

  “He has never seemed like a guy who says shit just to say it. Right?”

  “That is true. He’s honest all the time, even when it makes him sort of a dick. Except when he’s not honest, like about the first two dates.”

  “Well, but those were more lies of omission,” Grace pointed out. “And done because he was in looooove with you already, and, therefore, couldn’t enjoy himself on the dates you set him up with. It would have felt gross to him. Nearly incestuous. Like they were your sisters.”

  “Ugh. Stop it. You’re so dirty.”

  “But maybe I’m right.” Grace adopted her big sister voice. “Now you listen to me, missy. You have sex with that man at least three times before you make any big decision. You understand?”

  “Oh, I sure do.” As she watched Dylan’s form through the window, she felt pangs of desire. She couldn’t be in his presence without wanting to have his hands all over her. “Okay, I need to go. Call you later.”

  She put her phone down and stood up as he entered. “Everything cool back home?”

  “Yeah.” He picked up the bottle of champagne chilling on the table. “Yes?” He raised his eyebrow and pointed at the two crystal glasses.

  She nodded, so he uncorked the bottle and poured. “So my gallery manager says there’s enough interest in my art to do a private show.” He sounded pleased. “And all of the pieces have sold. And customers are asking about commissions. It’s fucking amazing.”

  “So maybe you need someone to design you a pretty nice little pamphlet and brochure and stuff after all.” She sipped the drink, the bubbles bursting on her tongue, light and fresh, fruit and sun and the wisp of desire.

  “Maybe I do.” He loosened his tie, tugged it off, and unbuttoned his shirt. She stared at the patch of skin revealed by the undone button. She wanted to lick him.

  “Maybe you should ask someone nicely, then. And do something really, really good to her to make up for accusing her of telling your secret.” She took another sip, then licked her lips, wetting them with the champagne.

  His eyes followed the movement. “Such as?” He drank, then put the glass down. He deliberately rolled up one sleeve. “Feel free to offer suggestions.”

  “Perhaps you could use your mouth to apologize instead of using it to talk so much.” She smirked at him.

  He quirked a brow and rolled up the other sleeve. “And then?”

  She felt her heartbeat quicken, just looking at his strong forearms. God, she loved his muscles. “I’m sure you can use your imagination to come up with something.”

  “Oh, something will definitely come up.” He smirked at her. “But there’s also the matter of you accusing me of deliberately lying to you about the third date and the ankle and butt thing with Alyssa. So there needs to be some kind of retribution.”

  “But that wasn’t my fault!’ She widened her eyes. “That was all Chelsea.”

  “Ah-ah.” He shook his head. “It’s not nice to pass the blame. If I accept my flaws, you should as well.”

  “So I’ll apologize, too. Fine.” She put down the glass and took a step closer. “What kind of apology do you think you’d like, then?”

  “Apology? I was thinking more along the lines of punishment.” He grinned at her, and the surge of desire that shot through her made her gasp. “Why do you think I rolled up my sleeves, Fia? It’s because I’m going to do some work.” He ste
pped forward and grabbed her, and murmured into her ear, “On your bare ass. With my hand.”

  Her nipples hardened at the thought. “Oh, you are?”

  “That’s right. And after I’m done, that’s when you’ll get your apology with my tongue. You in?”

  “I thought you were the one who was supposed to go in. Do I need to lend you an anatomy book again?” She teased, then screeched when he pulled her to the couch, and in one fluid motion, had her over his lap.

  “You gonna tutor me?” He slid his palm under her dress and cupped her bare ass, the ran his finger down the string that nestled between her cheeks. He pulled at the fabric. “Lift up, princess, so I can see your pretty ass.” She obliged, maneuvering her body so he could drape the fabric up and out of the way on her back.

  He ran his hands, both of them, over her skin. “Fuck, you feel good.” He tweaked the string of her panties and chuckled when she shifted on his lap. “You’re already wet.”

  “I’ve been wet for a while now,” she murmured. “I’m surprised you’ve just noticed.” She could feel how hard he was under her body.

  He slid a hand between her thighs, and she opened her legs a little to give him access. He teased with one finger, sliding it under the gusset of her panties and dipping into her body. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He sounded surprised and aroused.

  “What are you going to about that?” she asked, lifting up her hips, then pushing back towards his fingers.

  He slapped her ass once, then again, but when his fingers moved back to her body, she knew he couldn’t wait for it, either.

  “Consider yourself punished,” he muttered. “I need to get my mouth on you, princess. Flip over, okay?”

  He slid her onto the couch beside him. “Take those panties off.”

  She pulled them down and off, tossing them to the floor, then lay back on the couch, putting one long leg on the floor, the other bent at the knee on a cushion. “Like what you see?”

  He nodded, then got down and positioned himself between her legs, and she cried out at the touch of his tongue to her pussy. She grabbed his hair and tugged hard, really hard, trying to get him where she wanted his touch. “Fuck!” she cried out, because it felt so damn good. Not just good, but right—it felt like they were meant for each other, like their bodies were designed to delight and entice the other, like missing puzzle pieces had finally been connected. His mouth belonged in her pussy just like this; nobody else could do it like he did.

  “Come for me,” he panted, as he licked and swirled his tongue. “When you’re ready, fucking come on my face.”

  He reached under her body and inserted a finger into her anus, then wiggled it to get deeper. She moaned and twisted her body, then threw her hands back above her head and arched her hips up into his mouth, because he was focusing on her clit.

  It was so good, and she didn’t want to wait—wasn’t going to wait—and the orgasm surged to a crest, blood roaring in her ears, heart pounding, every nerve ending alive and sparking with desire and joy. “Fuck!” she screamed, contorting herself to continue the ride, pushing into his tongue and hand to increase the sensations. She was flying, she was falling through stars, she was higher than the highest drug hit possible.

  When she came back down, breathing hard, he rested his head onto her pelvis, still between her legs, his hair tickling her pubic mound, but in a good way. He felt heavy and warm there inside her thighs, and she liked it. She reached back down and stroked his hair, then flinched when he pulled his finger out of her ass and sat up. It felt so good, but it was a little bit embarrassing at the same time.

  He kissed her on each thigh, then went into the bathroom. She heard water rushing, then he was back out, still dressed completely in his dress pants and shirt with the rolled up sleeves.

  “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” she suggested, looking at his crotch. “I think we still have some things to take care of.”

  “Now that”—he started to unbutton his shirt, maintaining eye contact—“is a very good idea.”

  She stood up and turned, naked, to walk in front of him, twisting her hips as she did. She got up onto the bed on all fours and turned to look at him. “How do you want me?” she asked, deliberately licking her lips, and was gratified to see a feral look in his eye.

  “Just like that,” he growled, tossing his shirt aside and undoing his belt. In a few more seconds he was naked beside the bed, his cock hard.

  He got behind her and positioned himself, but instead of his cock, she felt his hands, rubbing her ass. “God, I love your ass. So sexy,” he muttered, squeezing both cheeks. He slapped one.

  “Ouch,” she complained, but arched her back up, asking for more, and moaned when he obliged.

  “You like it when I spank you,” he said, giving her another slap.

  “Mmm,” she agreed.

  He ran his hands over her body, pushing up against her now, so she could feel his cock nestle between her thighs. She pushed back against him and he pulled her up from all fours so she was leaning back against him. He found her breasts and pinched the nipples, not letting go when she squealed. “You like that too?” He rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then let go.

  “Yes,” she panted, and he did it again, a little harder.

  She wiggled her hips, needing more from him. “Dylan,” she breathed.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you right now.”

  “You have me right now.” She could hear the smile in his voice. He ran his fingers over her breasts, her belly, her thighs. “Feel?”

  “Yes.”

  “Back on all fours,” he commanded, his voice stern, and she smiled because she liked it when he was dominant like this.

  She got back into the position, then looked over her shoulder. “I’m even wetter than before, because you licked me so good, Dylan.”

  “Good,” he growled. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to scream.” He moved aside to don a condom, then he was back behind her.

  She was going to say something else, but then she felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and she moved her legs and tilted her pelvis to find the right angle so he could slide in. Again, she was struck by how easily they moved together, how their bodies just…fit. It was like they’d been doing this forever.

  He pushed in slowly, and she realized he was letting her get used his length before pumping. She pushed back at him, wanting it harder, and when he began thrusting, she moaned out her pleasure. Another orgasm was already growing, and she made little breathy sounds of pleasure as he worked her pussy.

  “You ready to come again?” He sounded surprised and pleased. “Do it.”

  She was going to tell him no, she would wait for him, but then he grabbed her hips and thrust so hard, hitting the spots that drove her mad, and inserted his finger into her ass just as he’d done while he was licking her. The combination of his cock pushing along her G-spot, and that finger inside her anus, was enough to tip her over the edge. She cried out, then squeezed her muscles around him and clenched down, making only the tiniest grunts and sounds as the orgasm flooded her body, hard, a tsunami of sensation.

  “God,” she whispered, collapsing downward, hot and sweaty, onto the pillow. Her heart was pounding fast and strong and residual zings made her pussy quiver with smaller bursts of pleasure. “Shit.”

  “In a good way?” He stroked her ass.

  “The best way.” She rolled over on the pillow. “Fuuuuck, that was good. Jesus.” She glanced at his cock. “You have the best dick ever. And you still didn’t get to come.”

  “Oh, I plan to do that.” He laughed. “I like seeing you come apart for me. Makes me harder.”

  “Good.” And fuck, already she was getting turned on again! This was ridiculously amazing. She never came three times. “I’ll make it good for you.”

  “You always make it good.” He touched her face, a gesture so tender that she caught her breath. “And I want
it from behind again.”

  She got back onto her hands and knees, and he rubbed her pussy, swirling the moisture around her thighs and ass, pushing into her asshole again with his finger.

  “You’re so wet, it’s like you made enough lube so I could fuck your ass,” he said, slapping at her pussy with his palm. He rubbed again. “Although if you’re up for it, I have some lube, too.”

  “You can do it,” she whispered, suddenly wanting that, very much. “As long as you go slow.”

  “Really?” The sound of his voice, like a kid who just got a thousand Christmas presents, made her laugh out loud.

  “Yes, really. I’m clean. So if you’re clean too, we don’t need to use…”

  “I’m clean too. You trust me?”

  “Yeah.” She wiggled her ass, suddenly very nervous and wondering if she really wanted this after all.

  “Relax.” His voice rolled over her, and she realized she’d tensed up all of her muscles. “Hey, I’m going to do this so good that you’ll never want to do anything but anal ever again.”

  “Oh, really? You’re that good?”

  “You tell me. But we’re actually not going to do this from behind. I need you on your back.”

  “On my back? For anal?”

  He laughed. “Yeah. Trust me, it will feel amazing. And my cock will fit your body better.” He got up and retrieved a small bottle from the bathroom. “Always be prepared, is my motto.” She noticed that the condom was gone and that he was rock hard.

  “Dylan!” But she turned over. “I’ve never actually done this before.” Her body tightened again.

  “I’m your first?” His face softened.

  She nodded.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he said. “I promise I’ll be gentle.” He leaned in over her body, kneeling between her spread thighs, and whispered, “but not too gentle,” into her ear and squeezed a nipple, and she moaned, feeling new moisture between her thighs.

  She heard a small click and then a cool sensation as he drizzled some fluid down her pussy and anal crack. He reached down and pumped two fingers into and out of her pussy, then spread the moisture backwards into her anus, and she could feel how wet the entire area had become.