Page 62 of Power Play

When she pushes up on her elbows and kisses me like we’re going to fucking die tomorrow, though, I know this girl isn’t as sweet as she thinks she is.

She has fantasies. Desires. Things she wants to try but is afraid to voice, and fuck if I’m not going to get them out of her.

“Bedroom,” she says against my mouth, and I nod.

I stand without breaking our kiss and scoop her into my arms. I carry her down the hall, narrowly avoiding hitting her head on a picture frame.

“Which room?

“Left. No—” She dips her chin and kisses my neck. Runs her tongue up the line of my throat, and I almost lose my footing. “Your other left.”

“This one?”

“No. The next one.”

“There are three more doors, Piper. Is it the middle one or the one on the end?”

“Does it really matter? Pick a room, Liam. Any room. We can work with whatever real estate we find. Take us to the shower, for all I care.”

“You don’t think I’m going to fuck you in every room and against every wall?”

“Against the wall? What are the logistics behind that?”

“I’ll take care of the logistics. You just have to hold on.”

Piper exhales against my neck, her breath warm and her laugh sweet. “I don’t like that you’re doing all the work. I know I’m the student, but there seems to be an imbalance happening here. Share some of the load, Sullivan.”

“You want to do some of the work?” I finally find what I think is her room and almost break the door in. I walk to her bed and set her on the mattress, taking a step back. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

“What?” Piper blinks. “How does that help me learn what to do with a guy?”

“Because I’m going to watch you and tell you the things you like. You might not realize you like them because you haven’t experienced them yet. I’m going to help read your body.”

“I’m starting to think you’re some woman whisperer,” she mumbles, eyes looking everywhere but at me. I wait, letting her decide if this is something she wants to do. “Okay. But you can’t make fun of me.”

“I’d never make fun of you.”

Her face softens and she nods. “Are we keeping our clothes on or off tonight?”

My dick throbs at the thought of her naked and spread out for me. It’s tempting to give in and sayfuck it. To be reckless and carefree, but I want to do this right.

She deserves it.

“On.” My voice is hoarse. I’m so hard I have to adjust myself over the front of my sweatpants. Her smirk is taunting, and I’d do just about goddamnanythingto see her choke on my cock. “They’ll come off next time.”

Piper lies flat on her back and lifts her arms above her head. Her shirt moves up her stomach, and I get a glimpse of the underside of her tits. “How do I—should—where?—”

“Touch yourself like you do when you’re alone. Pretend like I’m not here.” I pause and take off my shirt, throwing it to the side. She whines when she sees my bare chest, eyes roaming over my body unabashedly. I don’t give a shit she’s ogling me; I flex my muscles, showing off. “But I’ll give you some inspiration.”

“You’re also inspiring me to go to the gym tomorrow.” She laughs again and relaxes against the stack of pillows behind her. She bends her knees and spreads her legs, giving me a view of her covered pussy. “Will you come be close to me while I do it?”

I move before she can finish the question.

The last thing I want is for her to feel unwanted. Like she’s doing this for me instead of herself. I crawl on the mattress and take up the space between her thighs again.

“What do you want, Piper?”

“You.”

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