Page 61 of Power Play

LIAM

Piper is justas soft as I remember her being.

I savor her as I inch my hand higher, dipping under her shorts to the top of her hip. I graze over the waistband of her underwear, desperate to know if they’re another lacy pair like she had on the other day.

Blue, maybe. Or bright pink.

I snap the elastic against her waist and hum when she hisses at the sting of pain. I smooth over the mark I left behind with my thumb, half tempted to rip the silk shorts in half so I can see how fucking perfect she is without any clothes.

“Did that hurt?” I ask, wanting to figure out more about her. Wanting her to figure out more about her. “Was it too much?”

“No.” She shakes her head, blonde hair going everywhere. Her palms slide up the back of my shirt and she presses against my skin with warm hands. “It wasn’t too much.”

“Good.” I nudge her knees apart and she wraps her legs around my waist. “We’re going to do things a little differently tonight.”

“Are we adding fingers this time?” Piper lights up, excitement in her eyes. “Or are you going to be a tease again?”

“I’m a tease because this is figuring out what you like. What gets you to the edge and makes you feel good. What fun would it be if we skipped the parts that can be just as nice as the real thing?”

I pull my hand out of her shorts and rest my palm on her stomach. She exhales, a ragged breath that has me buzzing with energy.

Fuck, the things I want to do to her.

I wanted to fuck her against the wall at the bar a few weeks ago. Wanted to put her on her knees and tie her hands behind her back. Wanted to drag her into the bathroom and set her on the counter so I could go down on her, tasting her pussy that I bet is sweet as hell until she moaned my name for everyone to hear.

And when I got to see her in skates?

Eyes wide and trusting as she followed my every instruction?

I liked that the most.

My restraint is growing thin.

I’m trying to do this right.

I’m trying to go slow so she’s not anxious or self-conscious when she meets the next dude she wants to sleep with, but seeing her like this isn’t doing a goddamn thing to help.

“You don’t have to go easy on me. I’m not going to break, Liam. Why are you being such a nice guy?”

“You know what they say: nice guys finish last. And it’s true.” I move up her body to her chest. I pluck at her nipple, fucking delighted to find she’s not wearing a bra. “I’m too busy watching you come first to care about winning.”

She huffs out what I think is a laugh. I bring my mouth to hers and she lifts her chin, meeting me halfway.

“Are you going to finish tonight?” she murmurs, and the question is fucking wicked. “And if you are, can I watch?”

“Do you want to watch?’

“Yeah.” She touches my cheek. Drags her thumb across my beard and tugs on my bottom lip. “I want to see what you look like when you come. I want to see how big you are and how hard you can get. I want to see how you like to touch yourself so I can touch you like that too. I want to see if you make a mess.”

I grab her jaw, and there’s a shift in her breathing. Her lips curl into a smile that matches mine, like she’s egging me on. Daring me to play a game with her, but she doesn’t know she doesn’t stand a chance with me.

“The only place I’m going to make a mess is down your throat or on your tits,” I say.

Piper’s eyes get even wider, and I worry I’m overdoing this.

I might hate talking to people in real life, but I’ve always been a talker in the bedroom. The guy who will walk you through it, step by step, and tell you exactly what I see. Exactly what I taste and hear.

For someone who, based on what she’s told me, is probably used to silence in the sheets, this might be too vulgar. Way too forward. I say the wordpussyand she blushes.

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