Kelly Jamieson - Faceoff

She blinked. Her wrists tingled.

“You can’t be serious,” she breathed into the sleeping bag. “What are you, some kind of sadistic perv?” She rolled over, bending her elbows and fitting her hands into the small of her back.

He tipped his head to one side and held her gaze steadily. “Maybe.”

Her stomach did a little flip and warmth spread through her body. “I could just scream for help.”

“Yeah…no. You won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t want anyone to know about this. And also because I have this.” He pulled out a black rubber strap with a red ball attached to it.

Kyla stared. “What the hell is that?”

“A ball gag.”

“Jesus.” Her insides tightened and her pulse leaped. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Not if you keep quiet.” He held up the gag with a questioning look and a teasing glint in his eye that both excited and reassured her. The idea of trying to get away came into her head and then disappeared. Really, she had no hope of escaping him. And really…she didn’t want to.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. “I don’t want that,” she muttered. “I don’t want this stuff on my wrists either.” She eyed the case. “What other kinky stuff have you got in there?”

He smiled. “This.” He pulled out a small cloth bag. From it he withdrew a glass dildo. Her lips parted as she studied it. It was really very beautiful, clear glass with swirling red hearts in the shaft of it. She longed to touch it, to feel the weight of it, the smoothness of the glass. She swallowed. “Some lube,” he added, tossing a small bottle onto the bed. “A paddle. A blindfold. Some other stuff…but I don’t want to scare you.”

“You don’t scare me.” Oh lord, anticipation curled deep inside her. Her eyes fell on the paddle.

His grin had her melting into her panties. “I know, dammit. I never have, have I?”

She cocked her head, unsure what that was about. “No. But why would you want to?”

“I don’t want to scare you.” He sat on the bed beside her and laid his hand on her chest between her breasts. Her nipples immediately tightened and her skin heated. “Sometimes I wish you were just a little more impressed with me.”

She gazed up at him, not sure what to say. Didn’t he know how impressed she was with him? How much she’d worshipped him?

“But then,” he continued, his hand sliding up until it rested at her throat, cupping her there, so gently, yet so compellingly. “I’m actually glad you’re not. You treat me just like anyone else.”

She continued to gaze at him, studying his face, trying to read what was behind these enigmatic comments. His hand on her throat made her feel…as if she belonged to him. Her heart beat faster. And harder. “I guess…” Okay, the brother comparison was just wrong now after what they’d just done. And truthfully, since she’d been old enough to know what sexual feelings felt like, that whole brother thing had been out the window. “I guess you’re not that special,” she finished.

His eyes widened, then narrowed—and then he laughed. “See? You fucking turn me upside down, Mac.”

His use of that old nickname only stirred up her mixed feelings even more. She’d wanted so much to be one of the boys, she’d begged them to call her that. All the other boys had laughed at her, but Tag had started calling her that, and somehow, it had rubbed off on the others. She’d been forever grateful to him for that, for not making fun of her over it.

“Untie my hands,” she said.

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Tag…”

“Kyla.”

She gazed back at him in frustration.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, stroking her hair back from her face. “Do you trust that I won’t hurt you?”

The answer sprang immediately to her lips, but she didn’t say it. A question that important, that significant, deserved some thought. So she thought about it. And the answer was the same. “Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“But I like to be in control.”

“Yeah. I know.” One corner of his mouth kicked up. “But maybe it could be good to let go of control for a change. Hmmm?”

Resistance flared up inside her. She liked to be in control. She had to be in control. Being vulnerable and helpless like this made her feel…scared.

But yet, it wasn’t Tag she was afraid of. So what was it?

She pressed her lips together, still studying his face. She’d known him most of her life. She knew his character—his reputation on the ice was the same as off the ice. He was known as an ethical player, someone who took responsibility, who stood up for others who needed it, who played by the rules, always did his best. He’d always been like that, on and off the ice. She knew she was safe with him.

“It’ll be good,” he said, still stroking her hair.

“I like to be on top.”

He turned his head slightly and his eyes darkened. “We’ll take turns.”

A smile tugged at her lips and she gave in to it. “You always were so fair. And bossy.”

The smile they shared had something soft and warm unfurling inside her, something big and expansive that made her throat ache a little.

He was torturing both of them by prolonging this. But for some reason, he didn’t want to go from zero to sex in two point five seconds. He wanted to turn her on, bring her up, play with her a little and make it so, so good.

He leaned over and kissed her mouth. “Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me do this.” Now that she was naked, he wanted to be too, so he rose and got rid of his cargo shorts and underwear. His cock sprang up and he gave it a couple of long, slow strokes as he moved over her on the bed. She watched him, her eyes on his hand, lips parted hungrily. Oh man.

He knelt between her thighs. She winced a little as he parted them and he smiled. “Still sore, sweetheart?”

“Just a bit. I’m okay.”

“Good.” He bent and kissed one thigh, smooth and soft, then kissed his way up to her hip bone, across her tummy to the other hip and down to that thigh. He stretched out on the bed then and gently pushed her knees back to reveal her to him. He studied her. Fascination with the female body filled him, along with admiration and intense arousal. What mysteries and raptures were hidden away between women’s legs, so secret, so delicious. Pink and plump, her soft, hairless folds glistened with her own arousal. He kissed her there, soft little closed-mouth kisses up one side, and down the other. He nuzzled the tiny patch of dark hair, breathed in the sweet female scent of her. His mouth watered to taste her. He swallowed and rubbed his face on her thigh, his whiskers rasping a little on her soft skin. “Nice, Kyla. So beautiful.” With his thumbs he parted her flesh, revealing deeper pink, more creaminess, and now he drew his tongue through the slit. Her body jerked and her fingers curled into the sleeping bag. Soft cries of pleasure filled the tent.

“Sweet.” He swallowed her taste, licked her again, slow, long, lush licks, then kissed her clit. She cried out again. He played with her clit with his tongue, loving how it swelled and strained against his mouth, how she pulled her knees back even more. He slipped his hands under her ass and held her to his mouth, feasting on her with his lips and tongue and, so carefully, his teeth. “So sweet, Kyla.”

“Oh god, oh my god.” Her head turned from side to side on the pillow. “Oh Tag, that’s so good.

“You taste so good, baby.” He swiped his tongue over the softest flesh, her scent filling his head. “Oh man, Kyla. I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Do it!”

He looked up at her, his gaze tracking over her flat stomach and soft breasts, her arms still pinned beneath her. “Uh-uh. That just earned you more torture.”

She whimpered and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

“I was going to make you come,” he continued, sliding a finger inside her. Wow. So wet. “But now you’ll have to wait.”

He teased her with the very tip of his tongue, licked lower, nipped at her butt cheeks. “You have the sweetest ass, Kyla. Have I ever told you that?”

She made a little noise that might have been a no.

He loved how her firm round cheeks filled his palms. He continued to lick her, slow and long, easing around her clit, but never on it. Her soft whimpers teased him and urged him on.

His thumb gathered up some of her cream and rubbed it around her puckered rear entrance. Her body twitched hard and she made a strangled noise. He looked up again to gauge her reaction. “Like that, Kyla?”

“I don’t…know.”

He wasn’t sure if she said “know” or “no” so he did it again experimentally. Her moan of pleasure told him what he needed to know. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, the thought of taking her there tightening his balls excruciatingly. But that would be later.

He flicked his tongue over her clit again. She sucked in a breath. He played there again, and when her thighs tightened and he felt her pussy clench, he drew back.

“Taaaag!” Her soft wail of protest made him smile. “I was so close…”

“I know.” He moved up over her now, knees on either side of her body, until his cock was right at her mouth. Her eyes watched it, blinking rapidly. “Suck me, Kyla.” He held his dick right at her mouth and rubbed it over her bottom lip. Her lips parted, so obediently, so sweetly, heat flared inside him. He pushed in gently, and when her mouth closed around the head, a ragged groan tore from his lips. His eyes fell closed as white-hot sparks whipped through his veins. “Aw, Christ, Kyla!”

Her little tongue explored the head of his cock while her lips wrapped around and she sucked greedily. Oh hell. For a moment he’d wondered if he was pushing too hard, but he’d seen the look of rapturous hunger on her face, and oh yeah, she wanted this too. He opened his eyes, eager to see the visual, to see her pretty lips on his swollen dick. At that moment she looked up at him, lashes framing her eyes like starbursts, and he felt like he’d just taken a hard check into the boards.