Aria (Corked and Tapped Book 1)

by Becca Jameson

  He chuckled low and deep as he popped the button on his jeans and then tugged them down a few inches to release his cock. It bobbed out, thick and long, and angry, no doubt.

  He grabbed the base and stroked upward. “You have options,” he stated as if they were discussing the weather.

  “Options?” She glanced at his face and then back down, knowing her choice would be to suck him until he screamed as loud as she had a few minutes ago.

  She’d given head a few times with other men, but none had made her crave it like she did right now. She glanced at the door. They were pressing their luck in here.

  “Eyes on me,” he demanded.

  She jerked her attention back to his face.

  “It would give me great pleasure to masturbate until I come on your thighs. Or, I’ll let you use your hand. Or, if you’d prefer, I’ll let you kneel in front of me and suck me dry. It’s your choice.”

  She started to speak, to tell him how badly she wanted to choose door number three. Did he really think she might pass up this opportunity?

  He held up a hand. “There’s a stipulation.”

  She cocked her head to one side.

  “If you want to suck me off, you’ll do it with your hands clasped at your back, and you’ll let me control everything.”

  She swallowed. How many times had she done that since she met him? A hundred. “Okay.”

  “Okay what, Aria?”

  “Okay, I’d like to suck your cock.”

  He nodded as if it made no difference to him which option she chose.

  With one hand still on his dick, he helped her off the edge of the desk so that she was standing before him. “On your knees. Thighs wide. Hands behind your back.”

  She lowered, shaking at his demands, her pussy hot and needy again, though it seemed impossible. Something about the way he commanded her…

  “Keep your hands together, or I will spank you for punishment. Got it?”

  “Yes.” She licked her lips, clasping one wrist with the opposite hand. Her hair fell around her shoulders, curls everywhere in disarray. She worried it would get in the way, but she needn’t have been concerned because Mike released his cock and gathered her locks together at the base of her head.

  He held the thick length with one hand and tipped her chin up with his other. His gaze was intense and filled with lust. “Remember, I control this. You may part your lips, open your mouth wide, and let me slide in and out. Do not suck or use your teeth unless I request it.”

  “Okay.” More wetness ran down her thighs. Who knew she had a kinky streak and would enjoy being dominated? She’d never considered this side of herself before. She was usually straitlaced. Vanilla. Before tonight, the dirtiest she’d ever been was sexting with Mike.

  But this? This was hot. So damn hot. She would be sorry when it was over. The man had taken pity on her date standing her up and turned her night into something to remember.

  The thought of never feeling the way she felt right now again made her shiver. She wanted more.

  He used his hand at the back of her neck to guide her toward his thick length. “Mouth open.”

  She opened as wide as she could, and was rewarded with the tip of his cock as he guided it around her lips, spreading his precome over her mouth. Finally, he slid inside, one inch at a time, pulling out often and then slipping in farther.

  His body was stiff, his hand straining around the base of his dick.

  She held steady, letting him control this as he’d insisted, feeling the power coming from him in waves. This man was so very dominant.

  Lots of people could role-play once in a while in order to add excitement to their lives. Not this man. He obviously controlled all his sexual encounters. Completely.

  And she liked it. She concentrated on keeping still, forcing her lips wide, and checking her tongue and teeth constantly.

  He entered deeper and then withdrew. Over and over. “Don’t worry, Aria. I can read you. I won’t give you more than you can take.”

  She didn’t move, but she appreciated his words. Not that she doubted him. Even if it was unreasonable, she totally trusted him.

  His breathing grew heavier as he picked up the pace. Finally, she sensed him losing control, and he spoke again. “I’m going to come, Aria. If you want me to pull out, I’ll do so on your chest. If you want to swallow me, you have permission to suck now.”

  She immediately squeezed her lips around his length and sucked.

  He groaned. His first moment of total abandon.

  It made her feel powerful, the kind of power he must have felt this entire time. No. Not even close, she realized. After all, he was still in control. He had her on her knees, her hands at her back, her hair in his grasp.

  Finally, he thrust deeper and held her still. And then he came, long hard spurts of him down her throat.

  She swallowed every drop, loving this as much as he did.

  When he was finished, he slowly slid out, releasing her hair and cupping her face. “Best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life, hands down.”

  She smiled up at him.

  He tucked her hair behind her ears and stroked her gently, and then he helped her to her feet and pulled her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

  Seconds later, while she was still trying to figure out what to say, someone knocked at the door, making her jump nearly out of her skin. “Dude,” a male voice boomed. “You in there? We could use some help out front.”

  “Yep,” her mystery man responded in a confident loud voice. “Be right there.”

  Aria was shaking as she tried to break free, her gaze darting around, searching for her dress and panties. Her heart was racing. They’d been caught.

  Wait…

  She paused, lifting her gaze to find him grinning at her. “Calm down. You’re fine.” He backed her up until her legs hit the loveseat. Next, he slowly grabbed her dress off the desk, while she struggled to speak. “Lift your arms.” He eased the silky material over her head and settled the dress back in place.

  When he lowered her to sit on the loveseat, she was shaking.

  He tugged his jeans over his hips and fastened them. Next, he grabbed his shirt from the chair and pulled it on, running his hands through his hair afterward.

  He was still smiling. “It’s my office. My bar.” He crouched in front of her again and rubbed her bare arms. “Take a breath.”

  Her eyes went wide, and then she couldn’t find the will to be mad at him. Mostly because the last few hours had been the hottest of her life. How could she be mad that he’d intentionally given her this experience by making her think they had been sneaking around? It added a risky edge to the entire evening, just like she’d told him played out in her fantasy.

  Well, mostly. Minus the part where he bent her over and took her from behind. She blew out a long breath and giggled. “You totally had me.”

  He grinned wider. “And you totally loved it.”

  “I did.”

  He glanced over his shoulder. “Look, I need to help out in front. I don’t usually leave my staff hanging like this all evening. They’re probably ready to kill me.”

  “Of course.” She started to stand.

  He pressed her shoulders down. “Stay. Will you?”

  “Stay?”

  “Yes. I know we just met, but I thought we had a great time. We have incredible chemistry. Stay. Wait for me in here. You can nap.” He grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the loveseat and tucked it around her shoulders. “It will take me a while, but I’ll come back when I get things under control out front.”

  She thought for a moment. This was awkward, but also somehow not. They did have chemistry. She didn’t need to be home for any reason. Why not wait for him? They could talk. Maybe go out again sometime. At least his request to stay was promising. “Okay,” she agreed.

  He beamed. “Good.” He kissed her quick and soundly on the lips. “Rest.” He stood and rounded the desk. A moment later he hand
ed her a cold water that must have come from a mini fridge jammed under his desk.

  When he reached the door, he turned around and said, “I still owe you a fantasy.” He winked, and then he slid out of the room without anyone seeing her.

  Holy shit. She was shaking. So many thoughts ran through her mind. His last words at the forefront. He still owed her a fantasy? Shit shit shit. That was so hot.

  He owned this bar.

  She still didn’t know his name, but she did know a bit more about him. He was indeed a business owner. She giggled as she scooted over and curled up on the small loveseat on her side, tucking the blanket around her.

  Fuck me.

  What a crazy night. When she’d left her apartment earlier that evening, she had not expected to be stood up by her online date and out with another man. She certainly hadn’t expected to find herself so sated that her pussy was still shuddering.

  She closed her eyes, knowing she needed a nap just to calm her racing heart. Besides, she suspected when the owner of Corked and Tapped returned, she was going to need her energy to keep up with him for round two. She was still smiling as she let sleep pull her under.

  Chapter 8

  A hand landed on her shoulder, and Aria blinked her eyes open. Mike, or not-so-much Mike was crouched at her side, his face near hers. The door to his office behind him stood open, and she heard no sounds.

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s late. I’m so sorry. I checked on you several times. You were out cold. I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful. Or maybe I didn’t want you to leave.” He shrugged, his eyes lifting. “Do you need to be home? Do you have to be someplace early tomorrow?”

  She shook her head. “No. I don’t work on Saturdays.”

  “Good.” He smoothed his hand down her back and hesitated over her bottom. “Are you sore?”

  She flushed. “No. I’m fine.”

  “You liked it when I spanked you.” He grinned.

  “Yes.” She pushed herself to sitting, running her hands through her hair, assuming she was a complete wreck now. Was mascara smudged under her eyes? “I could use a trip to the ladies’ room.”

  “Of course.” He stood and helped her to her feet with a hand in hers. And then he led her from his office and around the corner. He pushed the first door open. “It should be spotless. The cleaning staff just left.”

  “Thank you.” She ducked under his arm, used the toilet, and then hurried to the sink and mirror. Yikes. Not as bad as she expected, but still, she looked like she’d been fucked and then slept. Which was not quite true since she had not exactly been fucked. Yet. Did he still intend to have sex with her?

  She washed her hands, grabbed a paper towel, and wiped away the makeup as best she could. After running her fingers through her hair, she left the bathroom.

  Mike, or Stand-In Mike, was leaning against the opposite wall, legs crossed, waiting for her. He shoved off and took her hand. “Come on. I bet you could use a drink.” He led her to the main room of the bar and behind the counter. “What would you like?” The room was dark except for the lights coming in from outside and a few small lights behind the bar.

  “Water would be great. Thanks.”

  He grabbed a glass, filled it with the soda gun, and handed it to her. “Sparkling. Want lime?”

  “Nope.” She took a sip. “This is fine.” She glanced around. “So, you own this bar.”

  “Yes. You’re not mad, are you?”

  She shook her head. “No reason to be. It was fun. Best date of my life.” She gave him a smile. She wasn’t lying.

  “Good. Will you go out with me again?”

  There is a God. She narrowed her gaze and decided to play with him. “Depends.”

  “On what?” He smirked.

  “On if you plan to actually buy me dinner and have sex with me in a bed instead of in your cramped office.”

  He beamed. “I can do that.” He stepped closer, took the glass from her, and set it on the bar. His hands went to her neck, cupping it and tipping her head back. “I’d still like to fulfill your fantasy if you’re not too tired.”

  “Now?” she asked, her body coming back to life at the suggestion.

  He nodded. “Yep.”

  She glanced around. “Oh. Here. You mean here.” This definitely qualified as a semi-public location where no one would see them but someone could theoretically catch them.

  His hands slid down to her shoulders and then he eased the thin straps of her dress down so that they fell to her bent elbows, the rest of the dress dropping to her waist, exposing her breasts. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured.

  She watched as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her nipples, sending her from zero to ten in seconds. She arched closer to him. “That feels so good. You have a way with your hands.”

  “Glad you like it. Now stop talking so I can drive you crazy.”

  She shivered, grabbing his waist.

  He continued to torment her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples, and then he finally released them to grab the material of her dress and ease it down her body. He kneeled in front of her and tapped her ankle so she could step out.

  She had no idea where her panties were. She hadn’t put them back on after he took them off her the first time.

  His hands slid up her outer thighs, and she gasped when he leaned forward and kissed her clit. “So sweet,” he whispered as he stood. “I love how you look wearing nothing but those heels.”

  He removed his shirt next, dropping it on the bar. And then he took her hand and led her to the center of the room. The wall across from them was all windows. Traffic was driving by in every direction even though it was probably two in the morning.

  He kissed her shoulder as he urged her closer. “No one can see in. The windows are tinted from the outside.”

  Someone walked by. If they had noticed her, they would have stopped dead. A naked woman in a dark bar would startle anyone.

  “See?”

  She watched the person continue by, yards away from her nudity.

  “Trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  He smoothed his hands up and down her arms, and then set a palm in the center of her back and pressed her forward. “Lean over the table. Press your tits onto the surface. Spread your legs.”

  She did as he instructed, already beyond ready for him. The table felt cool against her heated breasts.

  He didn’t disappoint her. This was definitely a fantasy come true. As she flattened her palms on the table above her head, she heard his zipper go down and then the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. She shivered, wetness pooling between her legs.

  Moments later, he was between her thighs, his cock rubbing against her pussy. “Is this what you want, Aria?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, desperate for him, and glad for the heels that were making her butt high enough for him to take her from behind.

  “You’re sure?” he teased.

  “Very. Please. I’m dying here.”

  “Really? I don’t think you’re ready yet.” He stopped touching her with his cock and thrust two fingers in her instead.

  She gasped, lifting onto her tiptoes. Moisture rushed from her center.

  “Then again, maybe I was wrong.” He held her hip with one hand and fucked her with those two fingers several times. Finally, he removed his fingers to circle her clit. “You’re not sore from my mouth earlier?”

  “God. Please. Please, Mike, or whoever you are. Just fuck me already.”

  He chuckled, but he also lined up with her pussy and slid forward, entering her completely in one thrust.

  She sucked in a breath. Damn, he filled her. It had been a while since she last had sex, but she didn’t remember anyone ever filling her this full.

  “So tight,” he gritted out. “I’m not going to last.” He pulled out and thrust back in, holding her hips to keep her right where he wanted her. He leaned over her back and whispered in her
ear. “Love this position, Aria, but next time we fuck, it’s going to be in my bed, with you under me, writhing, your eyes on mine.”

  “Okay,” she whispered. That sounded like heaven. But for now, she wanted him to finish fucking her this time first.

  He reached around her thigh with one hand and thumbed her clit as he pulled almost out and then slid into her again. “So good. So damn good.”

  She agreed. Better than good. It seemed like she’d known him for a long time instead of just a few hours. They clicked. She was glad he spoke of a next time repeatedly. It made her belly flutter. He didn’t intend to send her out the door without making a plan.

  Relief flooded her that she would see him again, this dominant man with a deep kinky streak who rocked her world and made her crave more. This freer version of herself was much better. She owned her sexuality. There was no reason not to let herself experience this kinky side.

  He pounded into her harder. Faster. With more urgency. His fingers worked her clit. “Come for me, Aria. Come on my fingers.”

  At his command, she came. Hard. The breath whooshing from her lungs, her fingertips gripping the table. And before the pulsing waves slowed down, he groaned his own release.

  She loved that sound, the same one she’d elicited from him when she sucked him off earlier. She could get used to it. Especially if he intended to remain all bossy and seemingly in control most of the time. If all she got was that grunt of appreciation at the very end, she would love having sex with this man.

  When he was done, he leaned over her again, covering her body with his own. His hands ran up and down her biceps. His lips landed on her ear. “Did I fulfill your fantasy?”

  “And then some.” She smiled.

  He rose finally, pulling out and helping her to her feet. After snagging several napkins from the dispenser, he removed the condom and held it wrapped in his palm.

  Silently, he led her back behind the bar where he deposited the condom in the trashcan and then crowded her against the far wall. He pressed his body against hers, his still erect cock landing on her belly. His hands went to her neck again, his thumbs lifting her face. “I know it’s fast, but this was hands down the best night of my life. Come home with me. I want to wake up knowing it wasn’t a dream.” He stroked her cheeks.