by K R Hall
Tracie: Kissing him felt wrong. I felt edgy throughout the movie. I couldn’t wait to get home. It’s like back in high school when I tried to date anyone. Well, except for the date I had with Nate.
Dixie: I thought Nate had a thing for you. Why didn’t you ever go out with him?
Tracie: He wasn’t serious. Did I tell you that he made a deal with me, that if neither of us were married by twenty-eight, we would marry each other?
Dixie: What? That’s weird.
Tracie: I know, right? I thought college would be different, but we only went out in groups. I don’t think he was interested in me.
Dixie: Did you know he has moved to the Lykos pack in Rainbow?
Tracie: How did you know?
Dixie: Rosalie is a member of the pack. She met her mate when she went on a tour of the vineyard and winery.
Tracie: I don’t understand what being mates means.
Dixie: I don’t know what it means other than they had a bond and got married. Hey, my cell is almost dead. I need to go. I’ll email you the details on the Airbnb. Later!
Tracie: Okay, bye.
Looking at the clock on her cell phone, Tracie realized that the laundry would be done. She picked up her basket, grabbing her keys, and locking the door as she exited. She walked down the end of the hallway where the washers and dryers were located in the laundry room. Her apartment had four pay washers and dryers on each floor of the six-story apartment complex.
She folded the clothing as she removed each piece from the dryer and neatly stacked it into the laundry basket. In less than ten minutes, she had everything folded and made her way back to her apartment. Balancing the laundry basket on her hip, Tracie grabbed the keys from her pocket and unlocked the door. Closing the door, she immediately locked it.
The gated apartment building was in a nice neighborhood. Tracie had gotten lucky to find this place. She was subletting it from a college friend who moved to France for three years for a fashion industry job. A security door leads into this elegant building’s spacious hallway with a staffed security desk on the lobby’s left side. The elevator and stairs were located on the right side.
After putting away the laundry, she took a quick shower. Tracie dressed in her sunflower print button-up sundress, applied a little bit of makeup, and pulled her hair back into a french braid. Tonight, she was going to her first speed dating event. She hadn’t told Dixie about it during their texting earlier because she was afraid that her friend would tease her.
Gathering all of her courage, Tracie left her apartment after she called a Lyft. The driver was nearby, so they were off in less than two minutes.
As the Lyft driver pulled up to the venue, Tracie noticed a good-sized crowd. People seemed a bit nervous, not talking to each other. At seven o’clock, a woman who looked a little older than Tracie stepped out of the door to the venue. Her long dark hair was swept into an up-do, and her makeup was lightly applied. Her skin had a honeyed glow, probably from a tanning booth, and her full lips were tinted with a pink lip gloss.
“Good evening, everyone. I’m Celest, your hostess for this evening. As you enter, please hand me your questionnaire. Ladies, make your way to the tables. Gentlemen, please form a line along the back wall. Once everyone is settled, I will go over the rules for this evening.”
Once the ladies sat down, and the men stood along the back wall, Celest moved to the center of the seating area.
“May I have your attention, please,” Celest began. “You will have five minutes with the person in front of you to see if there is any chemistry. After five minutes, men need to switch tables and begin again. This will continue until everyone has met. Like in any event, there will be people you connect with and others you don’t; however, those few gems that you connect with, will all be worth it if they also choose you.”
Once the first set of men sat in front of the ladies, things started to get exciting. Sitting across from Tracie was a guy who said that he lives out of a hotel and doesn’t even have a job. Well, maybe not exciting. Things had to get better, right?
“Hi, my name is Harry. It used to be Harriet.”
“Hi, Harry. I’m Tracie. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“I read. Losing one’s self in the pages of a good book is pure nirvana. Like an hour-long bubble bath, with bath bombs from bliss,” Harry said.
“Oh, umm, that sounds like a relaxing evening.”
“That’s five minutes. Time to move,” Celest said.
“So, Charlie, you went to college?” Tracie asked.
“Yeah, for about a year and a half; then the money ran out, so I moved back home.”
“It’s great you could move back home. Where do you live now?”
“I still live at home. I’m hoping to hook up with someone to move in with.”
“Okay, that’s five minutes. Time to move,” Celest called out.
“I am edgy, and I don’t get out much. I am a servant of lord Satan after all.”
“Okay,” Tracie looked around nervously. She didn’t know what to say after that.
“That’s five minutes. It’s time to move,” Celest repeated.
“I like a woman who knows herself inside. Confidence is beautiful. Nothing is more captivating than a woman who is comfortable in her own skin.”
“That’s great.”
“You remind me of my ex-wife. I miss her so much,” he sobbed.
“That’s five minutes. This is the last time to move for tonight’s event,” Celest explained.
“Hey, I know I’m good-looking, but that’s not worth a crap until you find the perfect woman to spend the rest of your life with. And let me tell you: In Los Angeles, it’s tough to find that special someone.”
“I can understand.”
“Do you want to meet my wife and be our sex slave?”
“That’s it for tonight’s speed dating. I hope you all collected a few numbers,” Celest said.
Tracie was relieved that the event was over. She quickly ordered a Lyft and headed home.
***
Tracie pulled the bathrobe on as she stepped out of the shower. She looked at her image in the large ornate mirror above the vanity and nodded slightly. She didn’t look like a model, but she did look good. She was relieved when none of the men had asked for her phone number during the speed dating.
She thought about Nate and his blue eyes. They always seemed to sparkle when he looked at her. Sometimes she could see the wolf in his eyes. She thought about his long fingers and what they could do to her. She shook herself as she realized where her thoughts were heading, and she quietly chuckled. She was attracted to Nate. Tracie had a slight tingle in her stomach as she thought of him.
She removed her bathrobe and put on her nightgown before grabbing her E-reader and heading to bed. She was on the latest book from her favorite author, K. R. Hall’s Black Bears of Independence series. She wanted to get a little bit of reading in before she fell asleep.
The sudden knock at her door startled Tracie as she was deep in her reading. She placed her E-reader on the bed before getting up and walking over to the door and pulling it open to reveal a smiling Nate on the other side.
“Nate,” she breathed as she took in those sultry blue eyes once again. “Please come in.”
She smiled up at him as she moved aside, allowing Nate into her apartment. Gosh, she thought, she had forgotten how tall he was. She was no slouch, but he was well over six foot four in her estimation.
Tracie realized that Nate was not meeting her eyes. She followed his gaze downward to discover he was looking at her in her short, revealing nightgown. She could not help feeling the heat of her blush.
Nate slowly moved his eyes back up to hers as he slowly stepped closer to her. He carefully took the doorknob from her hand and securely closed the door.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t want your neighbors to see you like this,” he began, “I would very much like to tell you that you are a beautiful woman, and anyone seeing you
like this would feel the same.”
Nathaniel slowly reached out and slipped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. Tracie gave another small “oh” as he took her by surprise, but she did not try to fight his embrace. Nor did she turn away as he moved in closer to bend his head down and claim her lips.
His kiss was commanding, claiming her. He pulled her in even more tightly as he deepened the kiss, and she felt a deep shudder as he worked his tongue against her lips to allow him access the evidence of his arousal pushing against her lower belly as she felt her nipples hardened.
Tracie allowed Nathaniel to lower the straps of her short nightgown as he feathered kisses across her shoulder. His other hand moved lower until he found one of her taut nipples and took the tip between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped against the pressure of his mouth on hers, allowing him entrance.
Tracie felt Nathaniel smile against her lips as he moved his tongue expertly around hers. She hesitated until she felt gentle but firm pressure as he squeezed her nipple tightly between his fingers. She moaned at the pleasure she felt when he moved the other strap of her nightgown off her shoulders. She felt that slide down her body to form a puddle at her feet. She was completely naked now compared to him. She moved her hands awkwardly at first as she reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged it out of his pants. They pulled back just enough for him to pull the shirt over his head, and he let it drop to the floor next to her nightgown. Nathaniel glided his tongue down her bare throat and onward until he reached her breast. He tugged her taut nipple between his teeth. Tracie felt a quick rush of heat pool between her legs as he used one hand on one nipple and his teeth on the other, as his other hand reached out and cupped her firm round ass up against his bulging cock that throbbed through his pants.
Without saying a word to her, he quickly released her, then bent down to scoop her up into his arms and headed for her bedroom.
“Which way?”
“First door on the right down the hall.”
Nathaniel gently laid her upon the bed; then, he took a small step back as he unbuckled his pants. He smiled at her, showing those brilliant white teeth of his, and she shuddered as anticipation coursed through her. She had never felt such an attraction as she did at this moment. She could not think straight, and she watched him swiftly remove his jeans along with his boxers in one swift move and then standing over her in his full naked glory.
She gasped when she saw the size of him. She blinked a couple of times before her brain registered that he was huge. There was no way he would fit.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart; we were made for each other. Trust me; it will fit.”
Chapter 4
Nathaniel crawled on the bed and moved over Tracie’s body. His lips claimed hers once again. She could feel his hands caressing her back while he moved his lips from hers, leaving gentle kisses along her jaw across her neck, taking her earlobe between his teeth with a gentle nip.
Nathaniel moved his other hand from behind her to caress her breast and trail down the length of her body beneath him, exploring her curves and hollow spaces. As he began moving lower, she could not control the intense shiver she felt at his touch. Tracie closed her eyes and allowed him to do as he wished. His hand continued going lower until he cupped her mound. He gently slid one finger inside and began stroking in and out.
“You’re so wet for me,” Nathaniel said as he added another finger.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
Nathaniel was really good with his hands. Tracie arched her hips, seeking more.
“Nate…” Tracie panted.
“Yes, Tracie?” Nathaniel replied against her ear. “Is there something you need?”
Tracie couldn’t form a coherent thought as the onslaught continued. Suddenly his fingers stopped there stroking, and instantly her eyes met his.
“Don’t stop!” She begged.
Nathaniel smiled at her response. “But I can’t continue unless you tell me what it is exactly that you want from me.”
“Please, Nate, please… I need to feel you inside me,” Tracie gasped as he moved his finger slowly, but then he stopped. “Please, I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me hard!”
“As you wish.”
Nathaniel removed his fingers from inside her to shift his body so that his knees were now between her thighs, and he moved to guide himself as he slowly entered Tracie. He moved with agonizing slowness in her, relishing in her impatience with him. He moved to reclaim her mouth as he pulled back slowly and then began thrusting his cock deep inside her.
Tracie was wet and hot as Nathaniel began to thrust deeper inside her. She raised her legs and wrapped her feet around his ass, helping him to push in deeper. As he continued pounding harder inside her, she raked her nails down his back.
Nathaniel moved to turn Tracie over quickly. The quickness of his move and her complete surprise caught her off balance, but she didn’t struggle in the least when she realized what he had planned. She tried to turn her face slightly as Nathaniel moved over her ass and helped him by lifting herself up on all fours. Nathaniel snagged one of the pillows from the head of her bed and inserted it between her and the bed just off the top of her hips.
Tracie moaned as Nathaniel licked her pussy, teasing her by swirling his tongue around her clit and blowing on it. He felt her body shiver. He reached around and cupped her breast before sucking on her clit by flicking his tongue lightly over it. He pinched her nipples, and her body quivered.
Taking the bud gently in his teeth, Nathaniel suckled and nipped at the delicate ball of flesh, sending tingles through every nerve ending. Tracie gasped as he pushed two fingers deep inside, curling upward to stroke her G spot. He alternated between suction and pressure, expertly driving her towards the orgasm she felt building deep inside.
Nathaniel’s head bobbed rhythmically as Tracie rocked her hips, grinding against his face. His tongue strummed against her clit, the sensitive bud seeming to grow in the heat of his mouth. Her pussy was clenching, contracting around his fingers.
“Oh God, Nathaniel, I’m going to cum; keep doing that!”
The pressure was building. Little bolts of lightning arced through her core. Behind her closed eyes, colors flared, yellows and reds, like fireworks. Suddenly, her orgasm flooded through her body. Her entire body rocked to the pulsing in her slick pussy. Her entire world was concentrating down on the stimulation between her thighs. Nathaniel continued licking around her lips.
Gradually, Tracie’s body relaxes, melting against the bed. She waited breathlessly as Nathaniel positioned himself to enter her from behind. Tracie could feel the length of his cock slide up and down her wet slit, slipping easily through her juices, and she thrust her hips back into him, matching his movements, wanting more.
“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered.
Nathaniel dug his fingers into her hips, and he plowed forward into her, his hard cock stretching her wide in one fast push. She had to stifle a bit of a loud moan as she adjusted to the feel of his hard length. Then he slid almost all the way out in one very long, slow stroke, the head of his cock stretching her wide. She could feel some of her juices drip out of her. She heard Nathaniel growl as he roughly thrust his cock back inside of her. She cried out in pleasure.
He moaned and breathed heavily, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. He spanked her suddenly and unexpectedly, hard, then his fingers dug back into her hip, his cock sliding in and out of her faster and harder.
“I’m going to cum!”
Tracie felt Nathaniel’s breath hitch and his body jerk as his grip on her hips tightened, and he slammed his cock deep inside of her once more. And he followed her as they came together shouting out each other’s names.
Nathaniel leaned into Tracie heavily, breathing hard, and gently kissed the back of her neck, telling her how amazing that was. Tracie could feel hot, sticky, juices leaking out of her and down the back of her legs as his cock grew softer and slowly beg
an to slip from her pussy.
The shrill sound of Tracie’s cell phone alarm woke her up from her deep sleep. She couldn’t believe that she had dreamt the whole thing. It was time for a cold shower.
***
The interview room was tasteful in a corporate way - nothing interesting enough to cause her to take notice. A beach picture was sprawled on each wall, depicting beautiful scenery: rolling waves on idyllic sand. Across from where Tracie sat was a tiny black wooden coffee table holding health magazines. Underneath it was a dirty tan carpet that covered the whole room. She was too anxious to read any of the magazines.
As Tracie stared at one of the ocean paintings on the wall in front of her and tried to review her notes in her mind, she felt the tension and anxiety build up in her as she stared blankly, her mind full of emptiness. She loved the feel of delivering lines. She practiced, again and again, allowing the fluidity of her voice to dance over her tongue and into her ears, tickling her brain. How could she ever give this feeling up for a proper job?
She could hear the familiar continual tap of a heel against the floor, and her pulse rate shot up upon realizing what was nearing. While she desperately tried to regain her normal state, she saw the woman peering at her and tapping her clipboard simultaneously. Tracie stood up almost too quick, making herself a little dizzy.
The walk to the interview room felt long as Tracie’s mind filled with the million possibilities of what could go wrong during the interview. As she approached the slightly open door of the room from which white light was pouring out through the crack, she found herself biting hard on her bottom lip, trying to calm her nerves. She needed this job.
A panel always interviewed these jobs; questions fired too quickly to answer with too much thought. They want to see what’s under the veneer of your persona. And always the cameras were trained on your face. Tracie tried to smile, but a twitch was all she managed as she focused on the six people at the table. Each one of them looked her way just as friendly as a kindly relative would, yet still, her insides contracted like the air was an arctic flow.