Blaire (Corked and Tapped Book 9)

by Becca Jameson

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry, baby. Really. I was just surprised. I don’t want you to react any way other than authentically. And I’m so happy right now.”

  She wanted to see more of him. She wanted to touch his chest. Set her hands on his skin. Feel the hardness of his muscles beneath her palms. She smoothed her hands down to the hem of his T-shirt and dragged it up his body.

  He dipped his head and lifted one hand to help her. After tossing the shirt aside, he returned, his knee still driving her insane between her legs, his body hovering over hers, held up by his elbows.

  She lowered her gaze to his chest and then flattened her palms on his sides and ran them up and down his amazing abs of steel. “You’re so hard.”

  “You have no idea,” he teased.

  She sucked in a breath and then grinned. “I stepped right into that one.”

  “You did.” He slid to one side of her and rested against her with his head on his palm. With his free hand, he traced the V of her white T-shirt. “I absolutely love that I’m going to be the first man to see this chest.”

  “What? I’m not the first woman to see yours?”

  He chuckled, the vibrations making her even more aroused. “Double standard, I guess.”

  She set her hand on his pecs and learned his contours. “Maybe I can be the only woman who gets to lick your chest or sleep against it.”

  “Baby, you can be the only woman who gets to rub your tits against it, run your soapy hands over it, snuggle against it… Hell, I want you to come on my chest, straddling my torso while I watch.”

  She pursed her lips. “Is that a thing?”

  He shrugged. “It is now.” His hand slid up her waist to gently cup her breast over her damp shirt. When his thumb brushed her nipple, she shivered. He must have felt emboldened by her reaction because he released her breast to slide his hand under her shirt and up over her breast again. Now the only thing between them was her bra. The lace bra she’d worn as if for some reason she’d cosmically known this might happen tonight.

  When he dipped a finger under the edge of her bra to flick her nipple directly, she arched her chest and moaned. Every inch of her body came even more alive. She wanted this more than she ever dreamed possible.

  Kyle rose over her and grabbed her shirt to haul it over her head. On his knees, straddling one of her legs, he stared down at her reverently. “Jesus.” His fingers danced around her chest and belly. His gaze wandered everywhere. “Your bra is fucking sexy. Does it match your panties?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “And before you ask—no, I don’t always wear such sexy lingerie. I don’t know what came over me tonight.”

  He smiled. “Maybe you had a premonition.” He slid down her body and popped the button on her jeans. “I need to see the rest of you.”

  She lifted her hips to let him slide the denim over her butt.

  For a moment he stared at her torso, and then he snapped out of it and moved off the edge of the bed to remove her shoes, socks, and jeans. When he climbed back over her, he settled his knee between her thighs again and resumed his staring.

  “You’re making me self-conscious.”

  His fingers touched her skin. “Never. You’re gorgeous. Let me look. I’m gonna want to stare at your body all night.”

  She shivered again when his finger dipped into her belly button.

  He licked his lips. “The pink lace is so sexy.” His finger moved to trace the edge of her panties. “You’re gonna have to talk to me. Tell me what you like and don’t like.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers.

  She bit the corner of her lip and released it. “I don’t think you could do anything I won’t like.”

  “Still. Please. Just tell me. I want it to be good for you. I always want it to be good for you.” He leaned forward, setting one hand next to her face, hovering over her. His other hand went to her thigh and then slid between her legs to lightly cup her sex.

  Her breath hitched and her mouth fell open.

  He held her gaze, smiling. “Yeah. That’s the look I want to see for the rest of my life.”

  She swallowed.

  “You heard me.”

  She heard him, but was he serious?

  “Dead serious,” he responded as if he’d read her mind. “I’m not fucking around here. I want this with you. I want it all.” He slid one finger between her lower lips over her panties, slowly. So damn slowly. Until he hit her clitoris.

  She whimpered, lifting her knees and gripping his leg. “Kyle…” Her hands went to his shoulders again.

  His smiled. Damn that smile. It melted every inch of her and forced her to believe him. “That’s two. And my cock gets harder every time you moan my name.”

  She was panting now. So damn needy. He wasn’t wrong about what people said about sex. She’d heard it all too. Women had a much more difficult time reaching orgasm than it would appear was true for her. She was so close right now, she was about to explode.

  He slid his finger back down and traced the edge of her panties against her thighs. “When you masturbate, do you use your fingers?”

  Her face flushed. That was so incredibly personal.

  “Baby…” His eyes were on hers again. “Tell me. I want to know everything. I’m gonna pull it all out of you.”

  “Sometimes,” she murmured.

  His grin. Damn.

  “And the other times?”

  “I have a vibrator.” Every woman does.

  “I can’t wait to use it on you.”

  She gripped him tighter. “I don’t think you’re going to need it.”

  He lifted a brow. “I don’t think I care.”

  His finger dipped under that edge now, reaching for her folds. The second he found her wetness, she moaned again.

  “Soaked.”

  She pursed her lips. Embarrassed.

  “So sexy.” He eased his finger out, making her suck in a breath and whimper, missing his touch.

  “Don’t worry. Just switching positions.” He slid his hand up and tucked his fingers back into the waistband of the lace. The second his finger touched her clit, she gasped, lifting her hips. “Kyle. God. Kyle.” She tipped her head back, knowing any second now she was going to come against his fingers.

  “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Beyond my wildest imagination. Don’t hold back, baby. Let it go.”

  She shuddered, all ability to speak or even think lost as he slid his fingers lower and stroked them through her wet folds. When he finally eased one slowly into her tight channel, she started shaking.

  “I’ve got you, Blaire. You’re so fucking beautiful right now. Don’t fight it. Come on my fingers, baby.” His lips were against hers, his breath and scent consuming her.

  Her legs were shaking violently. She couldn’t make them stop. She knew she was going to come harder than she ever had, and this gorgeous man she’d dreamed of making love to was going to watch. The vulnerability was overwhelming.

  He slowly curved his finger and dragged it back out over her G-spot. His thumb settled on her clit and drew circles around the swollen nub. His lips kissed hers even though there was no way for her to reciprocate. And then his mouth nibbled a path to her ear. He breathed into her. “You are so sexy, baby. So incredible. So perfect. I want this for you. For us. Please let me have it. I will never take it for granted. I swear.”

  As he lifted a few inches away from her body, he added a second finger to her channel, his thumb picking up the pace, flicking over her clit, driving her mad.

  She was so close. Hovering. Wanting. Knowing how huge this was. Having sex with someone was one thing. Showing this vulnerability was entirely different. She hadn’t imagined meeting someone with whom she would ever feel this close. Someone she would be willing to give everything to.

  She lowered her head and blinked several times, trying to meet his gaze. Her legs were shivering so badly she was losing control.

  He was smiling at her. Encouraging her. Nothing in his expression gave h
er any hesitation or reason to doubt his sincerity, but she was worried. “Kyle…”

  “Blaire…”

  “This is a big deal to me.”

  He kept stroking her. In and out. Slowly. Excruciating.

  “I know. For me too. I promise this is real. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.” He angled his fingers again and pressed against her G-spot.

  She gasped, her vision blurring, her legs still shaking violently. And then his thumb pressed against her clit, and she lost it. Fell over the edge so hard she couldn’t breathe. The orgasm was so powerful it shook her entire body, her channel gripping his fingers while her clit pulsed for longer than any orgasm she’d ever had.

  Chapter 7

  Blaire lost all sense of time for a moment. She wasn’t sure how many seconds passed before she was able to focus. Kyle’s hand was still inside her panties, his fingers stroking her, but not touching anything directly. Thank God.

  She cleared her throat. “You have read a lot of books.”

  He chuckled. “I told you I wanted to get it right.”

  She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans and lifted her hand, intent on cupping him through the denim.

  He slid his fingers out of her, rose onto his knees, and grabbed her wrist. “Not yet. If you touch me, I’ll come.”

  “Isn’t that the idea?”

  He smirked. “Eventually. First I want to watch you come a few more times.”

  She lifted her brows. “Now I’m concerned about your reading material.”

  He chuckled again. “I’m not.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “In what book did you read that women could come again and again? Cause you might want to check their sources.”

  He was still laughing as he lowered his face, kissed her lips briefly, and then lifted back up to cup her breasts. “We’ll see.” His hands molded to her, kneading, weighing, learning.

  When he slid his palms down to reach under her, she arched her chest up to give him space. A moment later, her bra popped free, and he slid it off her shoulders.

  In the blissful, post-orgasm haze, she could enjoy watching him explore her body. His expression was filled with wonder and awe and excitement and passion. In that moment, she knew he was sincere. No way in hell could he be faking his virginity or his interest in her. No man would bother to feed a woman so many lines and then take their sweet time learning her body with their pants on. No man who wasn’t totally all in.

  She still couldn’t believe this was happening or that he truly intended this to last, but she was gradually melting to the idea. While he traced her nipples and watched them swell to tight buds, she slid her hands up his waist to his chest and finally explored his tattoos. Such intricate designs. She bet they all had meaning, and she couldn’t wait for a lazy morning when she could press him onto his back and lean over him, demanding he tell her the story about each one.

  As Kyle slid down her body again, he lowered his face and gently sucked a nipple between his lips.

  She moaned, setting her hand on the back of his head and gripping him so that he would know how damn good that felt.

  He flicked his tongue over the distended tip, and she arched. Her voice was breathy when she spoke, but she forced herself to tell him what she liked. “That feels so good. You can suck a little harder even.”

  He obliged, his mouth covering more of her breast while one hand held it steady. The next time he sucked, she moaned. Her legs grew restless. Her sex came back to life. Holy shit. Was it possible he could actually make her come again?

  Once, when she’d been reading a particularly steamy book late at night, she’d had two orgasms about an hour apart. Once. This… This felt much bigger.

  “Kyle…”

  He released her with a pop and lifted his face to grin down at her. “God, I love hearing my name coming from your lips. And every time you say it, it sounds like sex.”

  “Well, you keep torturing me with your mouth and your fingers and your voice, so…”

  “Never going to stop either,” he promised as he inched farther down her body. His hands landed on her panties, and he slid them over her hips and off her body.

  She instinctively pulled her knees together, irrationally nervous considering this man had just made her come so hard she’d cried out.

  Kyle’s gaze came to hers as his hands went to her knees. He gently pressed them apart as he watched her face. “I told you I was going to lick every inch of your body tonight. I wasn’t kidding.”

  Lick? She scrunched up her face and pulled her legs together. “Lick is kinda…”

  He chuckled. “Intimate?” He pressed her legs again. “Yeah. And that’s how intimate I want to be with you.”

  “It’s so…fast. My head is spinning.”

  “Yeah. It’s fast. When you know, you know.” He stroked the skin of her inner thighs. “Besides, it’s not really fast. I’ve known this for months. So have you. We just didn’t verbalize it. Now we have. I’m not wasting any more time.”

  He made sense. She closed her eyes and let her knees fall apart, drawing in several breaths. It was one thing to read about such things. It was another thing to have a man staring directly at her sex.

  And…oh, God… Oh. My. God. Yet another thing for him to lower his face toward her most private parts.

  He had to have sensed her nervousness because he spoke, his words soothing and filled with praise and encouragement. “Baby, there is nothing more beautiful than the view in front of me. No scent more intoxicating. No feast more appetizing.” He kissed the inside of her thigh.

  She set her hands on his head and pressed against him. “I’ve never understood why a man would really want to do that. You can’t possibly find it attractive.”

  He lifted his gaze. “Let me ask you this. Even though I haven’t taken my pants off yet, can you picture getting close to my cock eventually? I mean really looking at it, licking it, sucking it, tasting my come leaking from the tip.”

  Her face heated. “Yes.” She wanted that. Absolutely.

  “It’s no different.”

  She blew out a breath. Maybe he was right. She forced herself to relax, dropping her weight back onto the bed.

  She stared at the ceiling as if she were about to have a vaginal exam, willing herself to let him explore just as she would expect him to permit her to do later.

  He spread her legs wider and held her open with his fingers. And then his lips landed on the sensitive skin between her thigh and her sex. She started shaking again as her clit pulsed.

  The second he set his tongue between her lower lips and dragged it up to flick it over her clit, she nearly shot off the bed. “Oh my God,” she screamed.

  He chuckled and did it again.

  She pushed on his head. Or pulled. She wasn’t sure. “Kyle,” she yelled, having no idea what she wanted from him.

  His mouth closed over her clit and he sucked next.

  Not only did she scream, but she came. Hard. Her clit throbbed and pulsed inside his mouth.

  He eased off slowly, kissing the engorged spot reverently. “So, you’re saying you never want me to do that again?” he teased as he climbed up her body.

  She was trembling. Not enough blood was reaching her limbs.

  He was beaming with pride. “I didn’t even get a taste before you came.”

  She was panting. It was hard to form words. “I’ve changed my mind about oral.”

  “Yeah?” He was almost laughing now as he hovered over her.

  She licked her lips. “Definitely. That was the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had, breaking the previous record from about ten minutes ago.”

  He let himself laugh now, his body shaking. “I’m not sure I can keep breaking that record. That one was single-digit seconds,” he teased. “But I’ll try.”

  She shook her head. “Two orgasms in one night is a lifetime record. Two in the same hour is also breaking a record. Don’t get disappointed when it doesn’t happen again.”

 
His face changed, a naughty smile reaching all the way to his ears. “Challenge accepted.” With that, he flipped onto his back next to her. “Climb over me.”

  She struggled to sit up as her limbs gradually decided to obey commands. “What?”

  He reached for her hips. “Straddle my chest.”

  She remembered what he’d said earlier and groaned. “Kyle, I’m not kidding. You have to let me recover. I can’t come again. Besides, I’ll collapse on top of you.”

  He was determined though and lifted her hips. “Spread your legs. I want you wide open over my chest.”

  She followed his directions, her knees settling under his armpits. Her sex was so totally spread and exposed in this position. She set her hands on his shoulders. “Kyle…”

  “Eventually, you’re going to stop doubting me.” His hands smoothed up and down her thighs.

  “You know… We could have sex now,” she pointed out.

  “We’ll get there. I want to make sure you’re ready,” he teased.

  She rolled her eyes. “How could I be more ready?”

  His hands stopped moving and he looked her in the eye. “Truth?”

  Chapter 8

  Blaire stared at him for a moment and then nodded, her brow furrowing.

  “I’m fucking nervous about entering you the first time. I want you to know beforehand how much you mean to me and how serious I am about us. I want you to remember how much you enjoyed this night. I want you to look back and have a pile of amazing thoughts about coming for the first time on my fingers and then my mouth and then over my chest. I want all of that to fill your mind and your heart and overshadow the temporary pain of taking me inside you.”

  She touched his face, her heart so full. “I’ll remember,” she told him. “I promise. And you don’t need to prove anything. I’ve gotten the message. You like me.”

  He gripped her thighs and shook his head. “No, Blaire. Like is not a strong enough word.”

  “Okay. You’re right. The point is I feel the emotion. I feel the intensity.” She stroked his jaw, his neck, his chest. She even slid her hands boldly down to her wide-open sex and pulled the folds farther apart, rocking forward to rub her wetness against his chest.