Maddie (Corked and Tapped Book 8)

by Becca Jameson

  Seconds passed and then he grabbed a pillow off the bed and tugged the pillow case off it.

  She had no idea what his intention was as he did the same for two more pillows. Slowly. Deliberately. Making her squirm in anticipation.

  When he climbed onto the bed and leaned into her until she fell onto her back, he met her gaze. “I want to blindfold you so I can remove this mask. It’s itchy.”

  She bit her lower lip. “You could just take it off, you know?”

  “Nice try.” He smirked.

  “Why are you waiting? You said you would show me your face before we had sex.”

  He shook his head, his eyes dancing. “I never said that. I said I would reveal myself before I slid my cock inside you. A lot of sex is going to happen before then. First, you are going to come against my mouth and then my fingers. I’ll show you who I am when you’re so high with lust that you’re begging me to fuck you.”

  If he wanted her to beg, she could already do that now. Instead, she said nothing. No man had ever blindfolded her before. This was not her typical one-night stand. This guy was dominant and had a kinky side. She had no doubt he was going to make her come as hard as he said. She was close to the edge already just having a taste of what was to come. She was glad she’d broken her vow against one-night stands. She knew for a fact this date was going to be different from any previous encounter. The kind where the guy didn’t even put forth the effort to make sure she came before he zipped up and bailed on her.

  Her Phantom rose above her on his knees and settled the soft pillow case against her eyes. The material was wide, even bunched up, making it impossible to see anything. He was careful too, ensuring her nose wasn’t covered as he tied the case at the back of her head and then adjusted the front around her eyes. “Can you see anything?”

  “No.” She shivered, her hands fisting at her sides. It was strange being naked and exposed like this, her vision now taken away, making her even hornier. Her heart rate picked up. She’d never known she had a kinky side. A submissive side.

  When he was satisfied she couldn’t see, his hands landed on her chest, his fingers trailing over her nipples before disappearing. “I love how your tits respond to me. Damn, you are sexy.”

  She imagined he was removing the mask while he spoke because he remained close, but his hands were no longer touching her.

  A sharp gasp escaped her lips when his mouth suddenly landed on her breast to suckle a nipple. The mask was gone. It would have scratched her breast.

  She reached for him, setting her hands on his shoulders and then smoothing them down his arms.

  He cupped one breast and teased the nipple with his thumb and fingers while he tormented the other bud with his lips and tongue. “You taste so damn good,” he whispered against her skin.

  Trailing his lips up to her neck, he reached for her wrists and pried them from his arms to press them against the mattress above her head.

  She squirmed at the restraint, arching her chest toward him, knowing full well she was moaning.

  He ravaged her mouth for the millionth time as if he knew how she would react. And he knew her well already. She fell harder for him every time he resumed kissing her.

  His mouth landed at an angle against hers, his tongue stroking her lips, demanding entrance she would willingly give.

  She was gasping for breath when he broke the kiss this time. He was also breathing heavily. “I want to restrain your wrists. May I?”

  She shivered at the idea.

  “I’ll keep the knot lose so you can get free if you get nervous,” he reassured her.

  “Okay.”

  He set his lips against hers gently. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

  When soft material encircled her wrists, she realized what the other two pillow cases were for. They were lying across the bed at an angle, so she had no idea what he was going to attach her too, but he must have had a plan because she found herself restrained, arms high above her head.

  Her mystery man leaned over her body, reaching farther. There was rustling above her head, and she decided he’d somehow attached her to the bedside table. Perhaps it had a handle or something.

  He tested the binding at her wrists next, dragging a few fingers against her pulse point. “You can easily shake free if you get scared,” he murmured. “Hopefully your attention will be diverted entirely to your pussy in about five seconds, though. I think you’ll forget about your wrists.”

  She sucked in a deep breath. He spoke so frankly.

  He slid down her body, pausing to flick his tongue over her nipples. Back and forth. Driving her arousal to a new height.

  She bit her lower lip, trying not to cry out. She’d never felt this out of control of her own body. Her blood seemed to have fled her brain, leaving her dizzy with an all-consuming need.

  “Don’t move,” he whispered, and then he rose off the bed, leaving her exposed. Naked except for the lace thong. Blindfolded. Arms restrained. So aroused.

  She could hear him rustling around and hoped he was taking off the rest of his clothes. A tinkling noise followed a few seconds later. Like a glass or something. She wasn’t sure.

  A dip in the bed was followed by his large hands on her ankles. He smoothed his palms slowly up her legs. “Spread open for me, sweetheart.”

  She shivered as she complied, her knees parting.

  He nudged them wider so that he was kneeling between her thighs. His pants were definitely gone. His hands landed at her sides. She could sense him above her, hear his breathing, smell his unique scent of whatever soap he used mixed with his own musk. The familiarity of that scent teased at her senses before it floated away again…

  When he bent lower and touched a nipple with his lips, she cried out. His mouth was freezing cold. And then he further shocked her by taking her breast in his hand and holding her steady while he dragged something very cold against her tight bud.

  Ice.

  She squirmed, whimpering as he circled the nipple over and over, touching the tip often. Just when she thought she might lose her mind, he switched to her other nipple. Even though the cold was expected, she was just as stunned. Goose bumps rose on her breast and ran up her arms.

  “Mmm,” he hummed around her breast when he was done. “So responsive. You are even hotter than I ever imagined.”

  She groaned. “How often did you imagine me?”

  “All the time.” He slid farther down her body, kissing a path to her belly and then lower.

  She wiggled beneath him as he gripped her thighs and pressed them wider. The thong was thin and covering so very little of her.

  He dragged his nose along the edge, his breath hitting her skin. “You smell so good,” he murmured. “I need to taste you.”

  Sounds were coming from her. Unidentifiable noises. Perhaps not nearly as loud as they sounded in her head.

  He slid his thumbs under the edge of her thong between her thighs and her sex, dragging them along her lower lips.

  She moaned. Every nerve ending between her legs was sensitive. Screaming out for more. She no longer cared what he did or where he intended to put his mouth as long as he did something. Anything. Now.

  He tucked his fingers in her thong and lowered it over her hips, rising up to allow her legs to come together so he could remove the final barrier. Seconds after the lace disappeared, he was on her again. His palms pressing her open to his gaze.

  She reminded herself that the lighting was low. He wasn’t seeing her as blatantly as it felt. Still, she squirmed when the seconds ticked by. She knew he was hovering inches from her sex. It was unnerving.

  “Damn, you are gorgeous.” He stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with his thumbs. “I will never get enough of you,” he whispered, almost to himself, as if he expected to see her again after tonight.

  She had no way of knowing what he expected. She had no idea who he was for heaven’s sake.

  Suddenly, his tongue flicked over her clit, and she
bucked against his grip.

  He must have anticipated her movement, though, because he held her down.

  The restraint drove her higher and higher. She was so close to orgasm. This mystery Phantom of hers had an up close, intimate view. He was about to watch her completely unravel.

  She moaned as he dragged his tongue through her folds and over her clit again. “If I knew your name, I would be pleading with it right now,” she informed him after she caught her breath.

  He chuckled, the vibrations sending her arousal higher. “Next time.”

  “When is this next time you seem so confident about?”

  He kissed her inner thigh again. “About five minutes after I make you come this first time.” On those words, he covered her sex with his mouth and flattened his tongue on her sensitive skin. For a few seconds, he seemed content to simply tease her to death with that tongue, and then he sucked.

  That was it. She cried out, her orgasm slamming into her unexpectedly. Her clit pulsed over and over against his lips, and still he tortured her with his mouth.

  Even after the orgasm subsided, he continued to kiss her, though he instinctively seemed to know when to let up the pressure. He gave her only a few seconds to recover before he thrust a finger into her tight channel.

  “Oh God,” she screamed, another climax already building. It had to be the combination of the blindfold, the restraint, and the mysteriousness that pushed her toward another orgasm. She wasn’t usually capable of recovering so quickly. She’d never had two orgasm in a row like she knew was about to happen right now.

  “Maddie,” he breathed against her pussy. “You are so sexy. I love that you are so uninhibited.” His breath continued to hit her heated wet skin as he drew that finger slowly in and out of her. “Give me one more, and then I’ll remove the blindfold.”

  She shivered, wanting to see him so badly, needing to know more.

  “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.” The word came out on a hiss. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind that she could and would come for him again.

  He set his thumb on her clit and rubbed it while he added a second finger to her sheath. “So tight,” he murmured.

  She arched the few inches she could manage to move, half fighting the rise to the cliff again, wanting to prolong this moment, knowing after she came, everything would change between them. As desperately as she wanted to know who he was, she was also nervous about breaking the spell. Worried it might turn out like the dates in her past, after all.

  He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, dragging them along the top of her channel. He circled her clit with his thumb at the same time and then pressed hard against her sensitive bud. “Now, Maddie. Come for me.”

  She did, shocked by her ability to orgasm on command. Her body seemed to insist on following his demands though, and she came. Harder than the first time. The waves of release lasted longer too. So good. Better than any orgasm she’d ever experienced.

  If sex with her mystery lover was this good before he entered her, how much better would penetration be?

  Her Phantom lingered, licking and kissing her everywhere for so long that all embarrassment fled the room. Finally, he crawled up her body and slid his fingers under the blindfold. He didn’t remove it yet, though. Instead, he kissed her gently, her taste on his lips heady after everything he’d just done to her.

  “You ready, Maddie?”

  Chapter 7

  Maddie nodded. “Please,” she begged.

  As the blindfold slid off her head, she blinked several times, her eyes adjusting to the light. She’d expected to find the room bathed in nothing but moonlight, but found he had turned on the lamp next to the bed at some point.

  He hovered over her, his elbows at the sides of her head alongside her arms. He was smiling as she searched his face. The first thing she noticed was his eyes, not the deep blue she’d been gazing at all evening but an amazing light green that she’d only seen on two people in her life.

  Clara and…her brother.

  She gasped, her gaze widening. “Levi…” It wasn’t a question. She knew it was him without a second’s hesitation.

  His smile grew as his hands moved to the sides of her head and cupped her so damn sweetly. He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs as she let her gaze roam around his face. “It’s me. I hope you aren’t disappointed.”

  Her heart raced. Disappointed? Hell, she’d been in lust with him for a decade.

  But holy shit. She licked her lips as her gaze darted around his face again, a shudder wracking her body. She’d tried so hard to figure out who her mystery man might be, never once thinking it could be Clara’s brother, Levi.

  He didn’t move.

  She needed to think. To process this new detail. She had so many questions. Suddenly, she needed space. She tugged on her hands to free them, getting tangled up in the pillow case.

  Levi rose above her and untied her immediately. He even lowered her wrists, rubbing them with his thumbs to get the circulation flowing.

  She stared at their combined hands for a moment and then jerked free. She gave his chest a slight shove and pushed out from under him. It was hard to breathe. He was sucking the oxygen out of the room.

  This was Levi. Clara’s brother. Not a random man. Not even close. And he’d just ravaged her and seen her at her most vulnerable.

  When Levi swung his body to one side of her, giving her space, she tugged the sheet from the bed, covered her chest, and scooted back to lean against the headboard.

  Her heart was racing, and her body was in shock after two amazing orgasms just moments ago. She sucked in a long breath.

  Levi set a hand on her shin, tentatively, his brow furrowed. “Are you angry?”

  “I don’t know. Give me a minute.”

  He nodded.

  “Your eyes…” she pointed out.

  “I knew they would give me away, so I put colored contacts in.”

  She glanced down at his body, but then jerked her gaze back up to his face after spotting his thick erect cock. “When did you get so damn…big?” She flushed, realizing how sexual that sounded. “Your body, I mean.”

  He gave her a half grin. “You haven’t seen me in ten years. I was only eighteen. I wasn’t done growing, and the navy bulked me up fast.”

  “I see that.” She hadn’t seen him since she herself was sixteen, a gangly teenager who’d had the hots for her friend’s older brother already for two years.

  “I didn’t think I would be able to keep my identity from you for so long. I was afraid you would figure me out immediately in the bar, or Clara would give me away.”

  Maddie was shocked Clara had kept this secret too. “Why all the mystery?”

  He shrugged. “I wanted to surprise you. When Clara came to me a few weeks ago and suggested this ruse, I had my doubts, but the truth was that I wanted to know if there was a spark between us.” He slid his hand up to her knee and squeezed, leaning closer. “I wanted to know if you might fall for me without knowing who I was.”

  Maddie gripped the sheet above her breasts. Her brain was spinning. Of course she would fall for him. And now he would hurt her. He was in the navy. He would leave, and she might never feel again in her life half of what he’d just made her feel.

  “I knew you had the hots for me in high school. I also knew you still spoke of me from time to time with my sister.”

  “I might kill her,” Maddie pointed out.

  He smiled, his hand trailing to her thigh. “You were the hottest sophomore in school. If you hadn’t been so damn young and innocent, I would have asked you out.”

  Her eyes bugged out. “You never even glanced at me.”

  “Of course I did, just not so you would know it. You were sixteen. My thoughts were inappropriate. And the way you flirted told me you would say yes to anything I suggested, so I kept my mouth shut and tried to stay away from you.”

  Maddie was stunned. She’d had
no idea Levi had ever glanced her direction.

  “But I never forgot,” he continued. “And Maddie often sent me pictures of the two of you. I think she spent the last decade trying to entice me to ask you out.”

  “But you didn’t.”

  “I was never in town for more than a few days in the past ten years, and most holidays you were away yourself since your parents moved out of state. Plus, I guess I kind of knew in my heart and my mind that if I took you out, I would never want to let you go. You were always busy. Every time I was on leave, you were dating someone or whatever. Plus, it would have been unfair to make a connection with you while I was deployed.”

  She swallowed. “You could have given me a choice.” And how is tonight any different?

  Did he go along with all this to scratch an itch? As some sort of entertainment while he was on leave? This was exactly why she didn’t want to do one-night stands anymore. She didn’t want the ache she knew she’d feel when he left.

  He pulled himself closer to her and then turned to lean against the headboard at her side, shoulders touching. He lifted one arm to wrap it around her shoulders and pull her into his side.

  She was still reeling from this new development, but she let him hold her. It felt good. It felt right.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Maybe I was also selfish. I was worried I would lose focus on my job if we hooked up and then I had to leave. I couldn’t do that to either of us. Plus, Maddie, you simply weren’t ever available until now.”

  She sighed, trying to relax against him. He had good points. She hadn’t been available. She’d spent years dating random guys and allowing herself to hook up with people she hardly knew just to fill a void she’d never managed to fill. A void that might have actually existed simply because, in the back of her mind, she’d always fantasized about being with Levi. Daydreams really. Not ones she expected to fulfill. Nevertheless, in her imagination, he was larger than life, and no one else ever managed to pull that off for her.

  Yeah, he was right. If she had been available, and he had asked her out, and they had done anything like this on any night in the last decade, she would indeed have fallen for him, just like she had tonight… Her heart clenched.