Aria (Corked and Tapped Book 1)

by Becca Jameson

  She wiggled, pressing her clit against his knee, needing more. She was so close.

  “Sit still, Aria,” he demanded, squeezing her thighs. “Sit still and answer my question. Then I’ll see about giving you the release you need so badly.” His tone was deeper, more suggestive, more commanding. Dominating.

  And damn if her body didn’t react positively to his demands. She blinked at him, swallowing hard. Her mind was racing. Not because she was trying to come up with an answer. Like he said, every woman had fantasies they visualized when masturbating. That wasn’t the problem. The issue was her internal war over whether or not she should tell him.

  He lifted a brow. “Did you drive here, Aria?”

  “Yes.” What was he getting at?

  “You have two choices. If you want to end this right now, I’ll walk you to your car and tell you good night. If you want to take it a step further, tell me one of your naughtiest secret fantasies, and I’ll make sure you come so hard you won’t ever forget this night.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  He gave her thighs an encouraging squeeze.

  After a long inhale, she gave him what he asked for, leaning toward his ear. The proximity ensured no one would hear her while also keeping her from having to hold his gaze while she spoke. “My fantasy is to be taken from behind by a man I trust in a location where no one would see us, but the fear exists that they theoretically could.”

  Stand-In Mike slid a hand to her lower back and then up between her shoulder blades. He turned his head so that his lips were on her neck just below her ear. “Do you have any idea how hard my cock is?”

  She dipped her head toward his crotch. “Yes. And I’d like to take it out and suck it.” Who the hell was she?

  He groaned, gave her a squeeze, and then abruptly released her to slide his stool back a few inches. After reaching into his pocket to grab a few bills, he dropped the money on the bar, took her hand, and helped her to her feet.

  If he hadn’t had enough functioning brain cells to grab her purse and tuck her phone inside it, she might have left it. All of her attention was focused on how tall he was and how damn sexy his chest was and how his presence overwhelmed her.

  He stepped closer, hands on her hips, lips on her ear again. “I sense you’ve never dabbled in submission before, but I want to dominate you so badly right now.”

  She leaned into him, her hands going to his waist, fisting his shirt.

  “Let me rock your world.” It was almost a question.

  “Yes,” she breathed. There was no other answer.

  Chapter 5

  Aria had no idea what he had in mind, but she didn’t care, and she readily let him take her hand and tug her along behind him as he weaved his way through the crowd toward the back.

  When they finally stepped into a far less crowded hallway, Mike surprised her by opening a door on the left just past the restrooms. He pulled her inside and shut and locked the door behind him.

  The room was dark. Totally black except for the sliver of light coming under the door. It couldn’t possibly even have a window. It took a moment for her vision to adjust enough to make out his body.

  Her pulse picked up, but before she could question the logic of his choice, he had his hands on her cheeks and her back to the door. His lips descended to hers immediately.

  He didn’t waste time with gentle or soft, thank God. Instead, he consumed her, his tongue urging her lips apart immediately. He angled her head to one side and manipulated her exactly where he wanted her.

  She rose onto her toes to meet him, her hands going to his forearms as he kissed her senseless.

  The longer the kiss went on, the more her breasts swelled, her clit pulsed, and her knees weakened. When he finally broke the kiss after what felt like a lifetime, he continued to trail his lips down her neck and then lower over her chest and between her breasts. “You taste so fucking good. Every inch of you. I need to see your nipples. Suck on them.”

  She heard his hand slap down on the wall at her side and slide upward. Suddenly an overhead light came on. She blinked in the sudden brightness and leaned around him to see where they were.

  An office. It was small. A desk and chair across from her. Another chair sat in front of the desk for a guest. A tall cabinet stood to one side. A loveseat was jammed against the opposite wall, barely fitting. It was more like a closet jammed with too much furniture. “Mike,” she breathed. “This is someone’s office. What if they come in?”

  His hands were on her shoulders, his gaze on her chest. He finally turned his head to the side and glanced around. “I doubt anyone will come in. The bar is too crowded. The owner is probably busy. Besides, I locked the door.”

  She bit her lip. This was risky. She’d never done anything like this in her life. On the other hand, he was probably right. What was the worst thing that could happen? Someone could try the handle and then knock. They would have time to right themselves and then beg forgiveness.

  It was sort of like her fantasy. As if he’d known all along. Which he could not have. She’d never uttered a word of her imagination to any living soul.

  Stand-In Mike leaned closer and plucked her lip from between her teeth, immediately biting down on it himself.

  She moaned and leaned into his body, feeling his cock against her belly as her hands went to his waist. What the hell? Might as well keep the dream date going. She would never have an experience like this again in her lifetime. She needed to get the most out of it. She needed to come. “Please,” she pleaded against his lips.

  He broke free, giving her an inch. “That’s what I like to hear.” He cupped her face again, tilting it back so he could meet her gaze. “I’m going to slide this dress off your sexy body, bend you over the edge of the desk, and spank your sweet bottom until you come. Okay?”

  “Yes.” Holy shit. They were really going to do this. Her nipples strained against the front of her dress.

  “You need to keep your lips tight so no one hears you when you come for me. Understood?”

  She nodded. “Yes.” She was so close already; it wouldn’t take much. Perhaps she should be embarrassed to realize she indeed could and would come for this man when he swatted her ass, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was hot. So damn hot.

  Mike lowered his hands to the hem of her dress and drew it over her head as she lifted her arms for him. Seconds later, the cool air of the room hit her body and made her shiver. He dropped her dress on the chair and walked her backward with his hands on her hips.

  When her ass hit the cold edge of the desk, he leaned back and looked down at her body, naked except for her heels and the panties he had yet to see for himself. He was fully clothed. She wished he were also naked, but she wasn’t about to ask. He clearly had an agenda that wasn’t meant to be questioned.

  His gaze wandered down to her breasts, and his grip tightened on her hips as the globes swelled. Her nipples had been stiff for hours, but suddenly they puckered further.

  His hands slid slowly up her body to cup her breasts and mold them to his fingers, avoiding her nipples. “Pink,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.” His face finally descended, and he sucked one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other between his thumb and finger.

  She rose onto her tiptoes in her heels as a moan escaped her lips.

  He released her nipple with a pop. “Shhh. No sounds, Aria.” His voice was low and deep and commanding.

  She shivered and pursed her lips together to obey him. Renewed wetness flooded her panties at his demand. There was something so sexy about letting him order her around. No man had ever taken this kind of control with her. She had hoped from the text conversations she’d had with Mike that he might be the sort of man who had this dominant streak in him, but he hadn’t shown up. Luckily, this new Mike had stepped up to fill the role.

  There was a God.

  He sucked her nipple over and over, laving it with his tongue and then switching to do the same to the
other. Finally, he released the swollen bud and stared at it. “So sweet,” he whispered, his fingers grazing over her flesh, making her shiver when he tapped her nipples.

  She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to reach orgasm.

  He noticed the slight movement, however, and moved one of his feet between hers. “Legs apart. Hands on the desk.”

  She released his waist and moved her hands to her sides, gripping the edge of the desk.

  He pressed his knee upward against her swollen needy core.

  She moaned and let her head roll back.

  “Don’t come yet.”

  “Okay,” she breathed, though she wasn’t sure how she was going to manage that.

  “I want you so close you can’t think straight. And then I’m going to spin you around and spank your bottom until you orgasm.”

  “Please,” she begged.

  His knee pressed harder.

  Her mouth fell open. She curled her toes, fighting against the pending orgasm. Who knew she could come from a spanking or from so little contact? It usually took her a while to reach orgasm. Direct constant stimulation to her clit was mandatory. Sometimes the addition of an electronic toy was needed.

  Honestly, in some past instances, she had faked orgasm when she realized it wasn’t going to happen that time. There was no way she would need to fake anything tonight. Not with Stand-In Mike at the wheel.

  “How close are you?” he asked in a rough voice.

  “Close,” she mouthed. So close.

  One second she was straddling his leg, the next second she was spun around facing the desk. Before she caught her next breath, he tugged her hips back a few feet and settled a foot between hers. “Elbows on the desk. Lean your forehead on your hands.”

  She did as he asked, her body shaking. So much pent-up need.

  “Feet farther apart.”

  She stepped out. It was obscene. The wetness coating her panties cooled in the air. Her breasts swayed heavily. She held her breath, waiting for his next move.

  Chapter 6

  The world moved in slow motion as Stand-In Mike rounded to her back and set his hands on her hips. He smoothed his palms over her lace-and-silk panties and squeezed the globes of her butt, pulling them apart and releasing them over and over.

  “Damn, I love this ass. It’s exactly how I pictured it. White smooth skin. It will look so pretty when I swat it and the skin pinkens in the shape of my handprint.”

  She sucked in a breath and pressed back, willing him to do just that.

  Surprising her, he dipped his fingers under the bottom edges of her panties and tugged them up hard so that the globes of her ass were now exposed and the thin material between her legs was pulling sharply against her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  “Don’t come,” he demanded.

  “Mike…” Or whatever your name is… Jesus. Did he really think he could command her not to come when he did something like that?

  He held her panties obscenely high on her ass with one hand while the other reached down to stroke her thighs. He didn’t even touch her pussy before he stated. “You’re so wet it’s running down your legs.”

  She closed her eyes, fighting the urge to moan.

  “If I touched your clit, you would come.”

  He was right. She didn’t need to confirm his suspicion.

  “I’m going to remove these sexy lace panties now. You’re going to concentrate on not coming. Understood?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. And then she held her breath, trying to focus on the side of the desk instead of the way her clit swelled even further when he released the tight stretch of material and pulled her panties down her legs.

  As soon as they were gone, leaving her in nothing but her strappy black heels, he nudged her feet apart once again and smoothed his hands over her ass. “So pale. I love this skin.”

  He’d mentioned that. What was he waiting for?

  “I bet your clit is so swollen it aches for my attention.”

  “Yes.” She wiggled her hips.

  He gave her ass a sharp slap. “Don’t move.”

  She sucked in a breath at the unexpected pain. It radiated down her legs, making her shake. She felt the edge of tingling in her clit, but not enough to get her off. What made him think she would come from a spanking?

  Instead of swatting her again, he kneeled between her feet, his hands stroking up and down the backs of her thighs. He even leaned in closer and obviously inhaled.

  She shivered, mortified and further aroused at the same time. The sting from his palm turned into a heated burn that made her quiver. It radiated to her sex.

  “You smell so fucking good. I can’t wait to taste you. As soon as you come, I’m going to flip you over and eat your pussy until you come again.”

  Her lips parted, but she managed not to make a sound. This stranger was every woman’s wet dream. She was putty. He could mold her into whatever he wanted, and she would gladly conform.

  Finally, he stood, eased to one side of her, and reached between her legs from the back.

  She hadn’t expected him to touch her directly yet, so she rose onto her toes and held her breath, willing herself not to come.

  He didn’t touch her clit, however. Instead, he dipped one finger slowly into her tight channel and drew it back out just as slowly, rocking that finger back and forth to force her lips to part and her center to be more exposed.

  His other hand was on her hips, his fingers digging in tight. “Jesus, you are tight.” She heard him suck her cream from his fingers, and then his hand was on her butt again.

  “It’s only going to take few swats to this sexy bottom before you come. I know that seems impossible, but trust me. You’ll see.”

  It did seem absurd, especially after the pain of the first spank he’d landed. On the other hand, she’d learned quickly not to doubt this man.

  His hand disappeared, and seconds later it landed with a loud crack much lower on her cheeks than his previous swat.

  She gasped, stunned speechless at the way his spanking had traveled directly to her clit instead of down her legs. Fuck me. Do it again, she screamed in her head.

  A second swat landed slightly lower, nailing both her cheeks again, and sending a second wave of vibrations to her clit. Her pussy pulsed. Her clit was no longer under the hood. She felt the air hitting it. The smallest touch would set her off. Or another spank from his palm.

  He rubbed her butt first, easing the sting and bringing her attention to the heat. “My God your ass is sexy. Just as I expected. This next time, you’re going to come,” he stated, as if he controlled her orgasms.

  Hell, at the moment, it felt as if he did control them. In fact, if he wanted to sign up to control them for the rest of her life, she would probably grab a pen right this second without knowing his name.

  Catching her off guard, he lifted his hand immediately and spanked her again. It was enough to push her over the edge, but that line blurred when he spanked her several more times, every one of them low and center. Every one of the swats vibrated to her clit also, sending her into the hardest orgasm of her life.

  It didn’t let up. He kept spanking. Not hard, but enough to make her orgasm last a very long time, or perhaps causing one to morph into two or three. She would never know.

  Before the waves of pulsing subsided, her knees buckled.

  Mike grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and lifted her ass onto the desk. He shoved several things out of the way behind her and helped her lie back.

  When he grabbed her knees and pushed them high and wide, opening her up to his gaze, she gripped the edge of the desk with both hands. Her orgasm had yet to die down completely before he lowered his mouth and sucked her clit between his lips.

  She screamed as she arched her back off the desk, unable to stop herself. Not caring who might hear. Maybe the noise of the bar was so loud no one would notice. If someone knocked on the door right now, they would have to wait. Sh
e didn’t care if they called the cops. She was not missing out on one moment of this.

  Mike didn’t comment on her scream. He continued to suck, forcing her swollen clit to accept yet another orgasm. Waves of pleasure. Her vision blurred. Stars danced at the corners. She couldn’t catch her breath.

  His hands gripped her thighs, his thumbs parting her lower lips. His tongue darted into her channel next. Thrusting. Over and over as she completely lost all sense of self.

  It wasn’t until she began to come down from more orgasms than she could count that he eased up and ended with a sweet kiss to her pussy.

  Chapter 7

  His mouth was wet with her juices when he lifted his head, and he wiped his lips on the corner of his T-shirt, smiling down at her. “You screamed.”.

  She blinked. “Yeah. I might have.”

  “You think?” He lifted a brow.

  She flushed. Was more flushing possible?

  “I should spank you again for disobeying me.”

  “I don’t think your spanking is punishment,” she pointed out, growing self-conscious with her legs still spread open like she was a feast while he was fully dressed.

  “Oh trust me, Aria. I can spank for punishment too. Remember the first swat I gave you?”

  “Yes.” He was right. That one had hurt.

  “Next time…”

  Next time? Would there be a next time? Half of her thought that wasn’t possible. This was a one-night deal. Half of her prayed she might be able to see this man again. Perhaps knowing his real name.

  Whoever he was, he reached with one hand and tugged his T-shirt over his head. When he dropped it on the desk behind her, he pulled her to sitting.

  Her entire body was shaking, but she gripped the edge of the desk again and stared at his chest. So sexy. A smattering of hair made him all man. The trail of hair that led to his jeans made her lick her lips.