Matched for Me
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A pearl of pre-cum appear and I want it. I’m thirsty for it.
I kiss and lick the tip, sucking off the pre-cum.
“Fuck,” he grunts out slowly. “Uhm…baby let me do you first.”
Fletcher’s face looks like it pains him to tell me this, but I take him at his word. I let the tip pop out of my mouth while I look up at him, making him curse again, baring his teeth.
“Lie down, baby girl.”
Shivers run over my skin when he calls me that. The good kind of shivers.
I do as he says.
I’m a small woman with a big personality and an even bigger mouth. I’m so in charge of my whole life, I never realized how nice it feels to have a big man tell me to lie down and obey.
The mattress is firm. That’s a good thing to know, because Fletcher looks like he’s gonna fuck me into next week.
“Spread wide for me, LuLu. I wanna see that sweet pussy I’ve been dreaming out.”
His words catch me by surprise and have me dripping so much juice I think I might orgasm right there.
I obey and let my knees fall open. His heated gaze between my legs is so intense I can almost feel it.
“You look tight, my little LuLu.”
“Don’t worry about hurting me. I want it. So badly.”
“You’ll get it, but I’m going to be a selfish bastard and have a taste first.”
The sensation of his mouth on my damp lower lips, the pressure of his tongue on my clit and then slipping into my cunt make my body buck involuntarily.
“Oh god! Fletcher!” I say roughly.
He kisses one fold sweetly and says “Too much, baby?”
I sigh. “You’re the first to taste me like that.”
He stops.
My heart might also stop.
Oh no, I think. He doesn’t want me anymore. He thinks I’m still a child and it’s too much responsibility for him.
But then, Fletcher is leaning over me and his hands cup my face.
He’s about to ask the question I dread the most, and soon it will all be over.
17
Fletcher
“Are you telling me the woman who spends all of her time making everyone else happy has never had time to be happy herself?”
My hands are cupping her face. I still have the taste of her sweet pussy in my mouth and I want more. But I need answers.
My thumbs stroke her cheekbones to coax out an answer.
“That was not the question I was expecting. I thought you’d be horrified that I’m a virgin at 21.”
I smile down at her. “I don’t think it’s weird that you’re a virgin. Hell, it’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, it’s almost like we’re both virgins. I want to know why you don’t insist on the same happiness for yourself that you create for everyone else.”
She bites her sexy bottom lip. I see her give a little shrug. “I couldn’t have what I wanted. I wanted you, but you never noticed.”
I slip the tip inside and push gently on.
“Shit, you’re so tight. I knew you would be, but I was not prepared for this. I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it, sweetheart.”
“Wreck me,” she demands, tilting her pelvis, beckoning me to fuck her like she needs to be fucked.
I sink deeper and I don’t feel any resistance. Just heat. Just my dick wrapped in her goodness. Her nails on my back. Her legs hugging me so brazenly.
“You’re fucking incredible, LuLu.”
We join our mouths as we thrust together. Her pussy pulling me in tighter with every rock of her hips.
I respond by thrusting a little harder, which makes her moan and egg me on with the squeeze of her thighs.
My mouth finds one of her nipples. My licking and sucking of her tight bud makes her moan louder, so I take all of her areola into my mouth.
She weaves her fingers through my hair and tugs, her sweet voice now ragged and huskily telling me, “As hard as you can, Fletcher.”
I breathe into her neck. “You aren’t ready for that.”
She whimpers and bites my ear. “I’ve worn out three vibrators in three years, all of them because of you.”
I rise up on my elbows to look at her eyes. She’s starting to perspire and her cheeks are flushed.
“You should have come home sooner. I’m going to have to give you a consequence for that, little LuLu.”
“Do your worst, Daddy.”’
The white-hot rush of pleasure when she calls me that is overpowering.
“Fuck,” I growl as I press my face into her breasts and push in hard and deep, over and over, each time making her cry out louder and louder moans. Anyone on the other side of this wall would think she’s in pain, but her thighs are squeezing, her fingers are pressing me closer, gripping my back and my head. The head of my penis is so deep inside her and her walls are claiming my cock, gripping me so fucking tight.
I rock and thrust with so much friction I can actually feel her clit rubbing against my pelvis. Her legs are staring to shake.
I surprise her by reaching down between us and kneading her clit with my knuckles while my mouth adores her other nipple.
She explodes almost instantly at this contact, her walls contracting around me. I don’t hold anything back. I erupt inside her, claiming her with my seed.
I feel my cum coating the insides of her; her sweet, tight pussy milks all of me until I’m dry.
“Fuck, LuLu. You really should have come home sooner.”
18
LuLu
Fletcher’s beautiful, perfect, huge, thick cock is still sweetly nestled inside of me as the minutes pass.
Every word that passes his lips is making me shiver. I’m hardly able to grasp what we’ve just done.
“If you would have come home sooner, we could be married already. Have a baby already.”
We’re both spent and now just staring at each there in wonder and amazement at what just happened.
“Fletcher, I thought you’d never notice me. I thought you were too busy focused on working for my brother.”
His hands are stroking my face, my neck and my breasts. My fingers are exploring his soft curls that frame his face. I can barely speak as I’m overwhelmed that this is real and not a fantasy that I’m having with one of my little battery-operated buddies.
“I wanted you the second I saw you arrive last December. But I didn’t want to lose my job.”
“What made you change your mind about that?”’
“Lars can do what he wants with me. While I was driving home, I finally decided to say fuck it and man up. I just knew I had to have you. I don’t care about anything else. If you’ll have me. I’m 40 years old and you deserve…”
“Don’t tell me what I deserve. I deserve to have what I love. And I love you.”
He kisses my lips again, softly this time. “You’ve got me.”
I add, “Losing a job is one thing. But what about your friendship?”
He blinks and I can see he’s thinking how to respond.
And that is when the both of us are drowned out by the sound of the fire alarm.
Well, shit.
19
Fletcher
I act instantly. I cover my LuLu in a robe and pull on my pants.
I have my arm around her as I move us out the door and down the hall to the emergency stairs.
“Fletcher, it’s just the fire alarm. I don’t even smell smoke, it’s probably nothing. A false alarm!”
I calmly tell her it’s better to be safe than sorry, but the truth is, I know in my guts there’s something else going on.
As we sprint together down the stairs, she says she’s embarrassed to be seen outside in a bathrobe in the middle of the day.
“Well, everyone knows you’re my wife, so who cares? I want everyone to know we were boning in the middle of the day.”
“Even Lars?”
I ignore this and get my walkie talkie out. “Coyote, this is Road Runner. Do you copy?”
“Headed downstairs. Somebody pulled the fire alarm.”
“Roger that. I’ll head inside and assess the situation and buzz you back.”
When we finally reach the lobby, it’s mayhem. People are crying, some are screaming. Many are running outside and sprinting down the street.
Squad cars and trucks are screaming to a stop outside the vestibule. There are helmets, riot gear, flak jackets. And fire trucks.
“Fletcher, I don’t think there’s actually a fire. I think it’s worse.”
20
LuLu
Someone grabs Fletcher by the shoulder and spins him around. I scream before I realize it’s Lars.
“Dude, what’s happening?” Fletcher says.
“Jackass has a bomb in the ballroom. Threatening to blow everything to bits if anyone tries to leave.”
I put my hand over my mouth. “Oh my god. What could someone possibly want with a room full of people hooking up?”
Lars looks at me and raises an eyebrow at the sight of my bathrobe. He then looks over at Fletcher, who’s shirtless and barefoot.
He wags his head as if trying to put the thought out of his head. As if he doesn’t want to know what he thinks he knows.
“Lars,” I start, but he puts a hand up.
“We’ll deal with whatever is going on here with you two later. Right now, we have to deal with your boyfriend inside the ballroom.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I say.
Fletcher looks at me. “Inside the ballroom,” I say. “I don’t have a boyfriend inside the ballroom.”
Fletcher puts his arm around me protectively and gives a lethal look to Lars.
“How many are inside?”
He rubs his chin. “Judging by how many people ran screaming outside, I’d say there are still about 50 people in there."
Suddenly, there are loud sounds coming from outside. The three of us turn to the door to see bomb-defusing robots coming inside along with police outfitted in head-to-toe Kevlar.
“Is this for real?” I ask.
A police officer approaches us, holding out a cell phone to Lars.
Judging from the way the officer and Lars interact, they seem to know each other.
“Hey man, the dude says he wants to talk to LuLu. That’s your sister, right?”
“Yeah, dammit.”
Both Lars and I reach for the phone, but Fletcher intercepts it.
“Who is this?” He asks.
The look on his face tells me everything I need to know.
I mouth the words, “Is it Chad?”
He responds by shooting me a dark look. It is most definitely Chad in there. “Listen to me, pissant. LuLu is my wife. There’s no point to any of this. You don’t need to talk to her, you need to turn yourself in.”
I can hear everything from the other end. “Not a chance, man. I want to talk to LuLu. If you send her inside, I’ll let three people go.”
I turn to Lars. “How did it get this far? What the hell happened?”
Lars shrugs. “I don’t know, all I know is he went to Austin to talk with the guy and now the dipshit is here.”
I spin around to Fletcher when I hear him say, “Why would I do that? What kind of a man sends his wife in to be slaughtered? If you turn yourself in now, your time spent in prison will be over with in maybe a couple of years and with some therapy, you’ll get out and maybe be able to live a normal life. Hell, maybe someone will even agree to marry you. But if you prolong this, if anyone gets hurt, you’re gonna be behind bars for much, much longer. Or, you’ll be dead. It’s all up to you.”
Wow, he is really good at speaking in an emergency. Cool as a cucumber, I think.
“How do you know I won’t pull the plug on my suicide vest right now?” I hear Chad say.
“Pal, you don’t even want to know the things I’ve seen. I’ve seen suicide bombers for real. I’ve seen them do things they can never take back. But you? A suicide bomber? You ain’t it. You got enough will to chase my wife across the country? You have the will to live, son.”
I stare at Fletcher and hold my hands over my heart. I try not to speak out loud, but I encourage him by mouthing the word, “Wow.”
“Oh wait,” I hear Lars say. “I … uh…”
I turn around and shoot daggers at Lars. “What?”
Lars scratches his head and says, “I might have forwarded his dick pic to his boss?”
I cross my arms in front of me. “You might have or you did?”
He fucking deserved it!”
Both the officer in charge and I shush him.
“No. No, you cannot speak to her,” Fletcher says into the phone.
Finally, I hold my hand out. “Come on,” I say. “Let me talk to him.”
I can hear the guy screeching into the phone. “Is that her? That’s her! Let me talk to her!”
Lars and Fletcher are vigorously shaking their heads no, but I finally wrest the phone away from Fletcher.
“It’s me, what can I help you with, Chad?”
“I want to see you and I want to talk to you. If you come in here and talk to me, I’ll let three people out.”
“No, you’ll let everyone out,” I say.
“Nice try, sweetheart.”
“You’re doing all of this for me, right? Then what is the point of holding everyone else hostage? Let everyone out and I’ll go in and talk to you.”
Lars and Fletcher are freaking out, but I don’t care. This is what I have to do.
We talk for a few more seconds and finally I hand the phone back to the cop.
“I look at Fletcher. “I’m going in.”
“No you’re fucking not.”
“I have to. I’m responsible for every soul in that room. This is my event. Whether or not I help them find their match, it’s my job to make sure they leave here still breathing,” I say.
“Goddamn it, LuLu,” Lars says. “Let me just go bum rush him right now and this whole thing will be over.”
“No.”
“See, if you’d have let Fletcher and me bring sniper rifles in the first place…”
“Shut it, buttface. I’ll be fine.” To the cop I say, “Take me where I need to go.”
But before I leave, I plant a soft kiss on Fletcher’s lips, which suddenly feel like stone.
“Don’t do this,” he says, gripping my shoulders. “You can’t.”
“I can and you will let me. The man upstairs will take care of me.”
Fletcher knits his brows together in total confusion until I repeat myself. “I said, the man…upstairs…will always take care of me.”
His face relaxes. “Hell. Yes.” He crushes our mouths together like it’s our last time.
Hopefully, it isn’t.
21
LuLu
I’m standing inside the ballroom. Alone. With my stalker.
I really never thought my life would end this way.
I am pretty certain it’s not going to end right now either, but…you never know what could go wrong.
I put my hands in the air where Chad can see that I’m not carrying any weapons.
“What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Chad?”
“Why didn’t you return any of my texts? I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas.”
My mind darts back to the day I came home and saw Fletcher again for the first time in three years.
“I’m sorry, but sometimes it just happens this way. I’ve always had eyes for Fletcher and nobody else.”
“It’s not too late. You could give me a chance. Isn’t that what you say to everyone in your little videos online? Give everyone a chance?”’
“You contacted me under false pretenses. You pretended to hire me to be a matchmaker and instead tried to date me. Nobody is under any obligation to date anybody else. I was not in the market for a date. I’ve only ever loved one person. And now he and I are together and you need to let this g
o. Just let it go.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. Just take off the vest and turn yourself in to the police. It’s the only way. Do you know how many snipers are outside this room right now just waiting to take you out? They don’t have to kill you if you let me go and turn yourself in.”
“Except what’s the point? Ever since I saw your videos I’ve been in love with you. I’ve only had eyes for you. And now you’re lying to me…”
“I’m not lying…”
“Yes you are! You aren’t married! It’s a ruse. It’s all a ruse! I checked. There’s no record of your marriage certificate! And now you’re a liar. And I have nothing left to live for.”
“Then why did you want to bring me in here to talk to me?”
“Because I wanted you to know your boyfriend is a psychopath. He tracked me down in Austin and cornered me in an alley. Threatened to kill me.”
I reply, “You really shouldn’t send people dick pics, Chad.”
He screams, “You cost me my job by sending those photos to my boss! I am fucked because of you!”
I decide not to correct him on who sent those photos to his boss. It doesn’t matter.
Slowly, calmly, methodically, I say, “Then why would you want to have anything to do with a woman who would do that to you, Chad?”
His eyes are full of rage, but no real sense of self. He’s completely lost it. This is not going to end well. “Because if I can’t have you, no one can…”
He raises his hand in the air, one thumb about to press the ignition button.
I involuntarily squeeze my eyes closed. I think good thoughts.
If this turns out terribly wrong, at least I didn’t die a virgin. Fletcher is strong and amazing and talented and beautiful and he will have a good life. Lars and the rest of the family will go on to have many grandchildren. Everyone else here is safe. They will have a traumatic story to tell one day, but they will eventually get over it. The hotel has property damage insurance. Everything will be OK.
And then, I hear a strange whooshing sound, followed by a thwack, and then Chad screaming. Something hot hits me. Did the bomb go off? Am I dead?