Page 65 of Power Play

“You look like you have a question,” he says with a strained voice. “What’s on your mind?”

A lot of damn things.

I wasn’t kidding when I told him Steven used to just put his dick in me. I’ve never watched a guy touch himself, and I wonder if there’s a certain rhythm to it. A tempo they prefer and a pace they like best.

“How long does it take you to come?” I ask.

“Depends if I’m doing math in my head to keep from blowing a load.” His throat bobs around a swallow. “Watching you touch yourself did a number on me, and I’m not too proud to admit it turned me the fuck on. I’m not going to last long.”

“You like watching?”

“Yeah. More than touching sometimes.” Liam’s eyes lock on mine. He stares at me as he jerks himself off, and I don’t know where to look. I want to see how heavy he is in my palm and how many tugs it would take for him to finish in my hand. Would he like it if I used my mouth? “Think it might just be you I like watching, though.”

His soft admission, whether true or not, encourages me. I grasp the hem of my shirt, pull it over my head, and throw it with the rest of our clothes in the corner of the room. Liam whines when he sees my bare breasts.

“Piper.” My name comes out like a moan. A plea and barely above a gasp. His Adam’s apple works as he drops his head back and grunts. “You don’t have to.”

“Look at me, Liam.” His neck jerks forward and his eyes snap open. His attention moves to my chest when I press my breasts together, kneading the soft flesh. “Iwantto.”

“Oh,fuck.”

“Do you like what you see?” I ask.

“I thought about you in the shower the other night,” he rasps, and it comes out slurred. Like he’s a little tipsy and drunk on the sight of me. “The real thing is so much better.”

I’ve thought about him too.

More than I should, probably, because we’refriends, but I can’t help it.

I’ve thought about big hands looping under my thighs and dragging me to the end of the bed. Fingers that push inside me, stretching me, followed by his thick cock. Both of us tumbling toward nirvana together, a mess of exhausted breaths.

“What can I do to help you? Do you want me to talk you through it? Stay quiet? Should I touch myself somewhere else?”

He shakes his head. The vein in his forearm pops under the tattoo of a bird. Sweat rolls down his neck and lands in the hollow of his throat. I have the urge to lick it away. “This is enough.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. This is perfect. I’m serious when I say I’m not going to last long.”

I’ve never been perfect or enough a day in my life. I smile, dizzy from his attention and the intimacy shrouding the room.

“That’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten. Almost as big as you.God. Look at you. You’re going to fuck me with that thing? I’m going straight to the stars.”

His laugh is muffled by a ragged groan. His strokes turn rough and uncoordinated as his control slips out of reach. Liam stares at me the whole time, his gaze full of want and desire, andI’m learningthisis how I should be looked at in the bedroom. Not like I’m asking for too much or being a bother.

“I’m close,” he grits out, and I watch his hand.

“You like to grip it tight?” I ask, and he nods. “You go all the way down and twist at the top. What about the head?”

“It all feels fucking good.” He squeezes his eyes shut. His shoulders tense and his hand moves faster and faster, desperate for his own pleasure. “Fuck, Piper. I’m going to come.”

“My chest,” I tell him. “You can use me.”

“Sit on your ass.”

I hurry to get in position, not wanting to miss a goddamn thing.

Seconds later, his warm release lands on my breasts. He groans, loud and low. His movements slowly cease until he has nothing left inside of him. When he finishes, he takes a deep breath and almost falls over.

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