Page 140 of Power Play

“Gonna hit record,” he says against my mouth, and I nod, some feeble show of granting permission.

He moves away from my lips before I can sink into the taste of him. He works his way down my body, kissing and licking every curve of my chest and every valley and plane of my stomach. Further down he goes, until he’s flat on his stomach on the mattress, his head between my legs and a hungry look in his eyes.

“Fuck,” I whisper, every other word in my vocabulary disintegrating to ash when he brings the phone next to his cheek. A thick finger runs through my entrance, and I can tell from his hum of approval I’m already wet. “Liam.”

“Look at you saying my name for the camera.” His pointer finger pushes inside me without warning and I hiss, the sting brief and fleeting as it turns to exquisite pleasure. “Such a good girl for me, Piper.”

It takes all of my energy to hold myself up on my elbows and watch him record me. The camera is obscenely close to the spot between my legs, and it’s the most intimate experience I’ve had with a man. There are no nerves, though. No hesitations and no worries that I might not be sexy enough.

The only thing that’s left is pure, unrelenting bursts of sensation that start at the base of my spine as he adds a second finger and then a third, a gentleyou can take it, babyfollowed bythere you goslipping from his lips as my legs drop open and I lift my hips, making space for him.

I’ve always thrived on praise.

I’ve always performed better when I know I’m doing a good job, but admiration from Liam elevates me to a different stratosphere. It has me smiling from ear to ear. Digging my nails into his shoulder and scratching his skin. Desperate to touch him, to make him feel just as good as he’s making me feel.

“I’ve always thought I wasn’t able to come during sex. I could never f-find a release from someone else no matter how hard I tried.” I gasp when he curls his fingers and kisses the inside of my thigh, sharp teeth gently sinking into the soft part of my flesh. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know it’s not me. It was him.”

Like before, neither of us needs to clarify because we know exactly who I’m referring to.

“You’ve always had it in you, Piper.” Liam licks a hot swipe over my entrance. His tongue moves to my clit, circling as his fingers work in and out of me at the same time, and I groan. “You just needed someone who could help you find it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, the first wave of satisfaction within reach. “How do I—do I look okay?”

“You look absolutely fucking perfect. Now come for the camera, Sunshine, so you can see how well you take my fingers.”

It takes another minute or two and then my orgasm grips me. I cry out, swept away by the intense relief. I fall back, my head landing in the cloud of pillows as I grip the sheets and ride the high for as long as I can.

I lift my hips, greedy and desperate, wanting more from him. His laugh is a comfort, bright and bold and proud as he kisses my knee then my hip, slowing his fingers until I have nothing left to give.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, sitting up and reaching his hand my way. “Open your mouth and suck, Piper.”

My lips part and he presses two fingers on the tip of my tongue. I close my mouth, tasting myself on his digits, and I notice he’s still holding the camera, still filming, and a soft moan works out of me.

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and pull off him with apop. His eyes are hooded, glazed over as he stares at me with so much heat and lust I’m questioning how I’m not scorched to death.

“What now?” I ask, touching his cheek and smiling when he turns his head to kiss the center of my palm.

“You know what now.”

Liam climbs off the mattress and shuffles to his bedside table. His muscles flex as he unplugs the lamp and drags the nightstand away from its original spot. He sets the camera against a stack of books, the lens facing the bed, and I take a deep breath.

“How do you want to do it tonight?” I ask when he turns to face me.

“This is for you, Piper.” He steps out of his briefs, cock bobbing free. “What do you want?”

“I want to try being on top.” I bite my bottom lip, dropping my hand between my legs. My thighs are slick with my arousal,and I drag my finger through the wetness. “I think I’ll like how that feels.”

“That sounds good to me.” Liam strokes his length then sits on the edge of the bed. He swings his legs over, reaching for me and pulling me into his body. “God. I can’t believe I get to do this with you.”

“You’re telling me.” I run my hands over his chest and kiss the scruff of his beard. “Not sure how I bagged a hot NHL goalie, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

He grabs a condom from the box on the other nightstand and rips open the foil packet. “You think I’m hot?”

“Nope. I misspoke. I was talking about someone else.”

“Thought so.”

He rolls the latex over his hard cock and throws the wrapper to the side. Liam lies on his back and holds out his arm, reaching for me. I intertwine our fingers and throw a leg on either side of his hips.

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