Page 64 of Power Play

“Oh.” Piper writhes on the sheets. “I like them both at the same time.”

“Yeah?” I grunt and circle over her underwear. She cries out my name and it goes straight to my dick, a shot of adrenaline that makes me impossibly harder. “Are you close, Piper?”

“I think I am,” she whispers, bobbing her head. “It feels like last time.”

“You’re doing so well, baby, and I can’t wait to watch you fall apart for me.”

That sends her over the edge.

Her legs convulse and her body trembles. A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek and her hips jerk up, the aftermath of the orgasm taking every bit of her energy.

I keep touching her, only slowing my thumb when she begs me to stop. After she calms down from the high, she groans. Cracks an eye open and looks up at me.

“How’re you doing?” I ask, popping my thumb in my mouth and groaning at the faint taste of her.

“I’m so happy.” Piper giggles and pulls her hand out of her shorts. Her fingers are wet from her pussy, and I stare at them like they’re my last meal. “Why the hell has it never been that good when I’ve been by myself?”

I climb off her, standing so I can work out the cramp in my legs. “You like penetration, but you really like your clit being touched. My suggestion? You get a small vibrator you can useduring sex. You can have a guy buried inside you and still get off.”

She blinks at me, a dazed look in her eye. “Do guys like when women use toys? It’s not cheating or anything?”

I shrug. “Granted it’s been a while, but I like when they do. Why not? I want you to get off. Who cares if it’s my fingers or something that vibrates?”

“Too bad your dick doesn’t vibrate.”

“The only special feature it has is glowing the dark.”

Piper bursts out laughing and rolls onto her side, smiling at me. “Should every orgasm feel that good?”

“Can’t say I’ve been on the receiving end of an orgasm like that, believe it or not, so I can’t give you the whole answer, but I imagine they can be. If you’re doing them right.”

“You’re definitely doing something right, smart-ass.” She stretches out her legs. There’s a glint in her eye that wasn’t there before. “You got to watch me, Liam. Do I get to watch you?”

EIGHTEEN

PIPER

Liam’s bodyis a study in masculine beauty, and it’s making my post-orgasm boldness waver because I’m so distracted.

Sharp features. Dark chest hair. Chiseled muscles from his shoulders to his abdomen. Everything about him is jaw-dropping, and I could stare for hours.

“Come here,” he says roughly. I practically race across the bed to the edge of the mattress to be near him. “Do you want to see?”

“Nah. I think I’m all set,” I tease, the joke falling short when he tugs his briefs down his thighs.

His cock springs free, and my tongue almost falls out of my mouth.

He’s thick and big, inches longer than Steven and any of the dicks I’ve seen on the other side of my laptop screen. The crown glistens with pre-cum, and a fresh wave of assuredness rolls into me as I study him, not wanting to miss a thing.

Idid that.

He’s turned on because ofme.

Of all the women in the world,I’mthe one making him rock hard.

Maybe I’m not as bad in bed as I think I am.

I sit up on my knees. This close, I can see the tension in his jaw. The heat of his gaze and the soft breath he lets out when he wraps his fist around his shaft. He runs his thumb through the pre-cum and uses the moisture to coat his length, stroking up and down.

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