Page 183 of Power Play

Pulling the zipper down, I tug on the denim, my intentions clear when Liam steps out of the jeans and kicks them away. His briefs do little to hide his body and I pull those off next while he takes off his shirt, the two of us working in tandem until he’s naked in front of me.

“I want you in my mouth, Liam.” I run my finger up his length. My thumb drags over the pre-cum on the head of his cock, my touch more assured, more confident than it was weeks ago. I know how to do this. I know how to make him fall apart, andfuckdo I want it. “Would that be okay?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod. I trust him more than I trust anyone in the world. “Get on your back and let your head hang off the bed.”

I listen to him, getting into position as I scramble across the comforter. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” He grips his shaft and gives himself a few strokes. His other hand touches my chin and pulls down on my bottom lip, opening my mouth. “Breathe through your nose.”

I inhale, waiting as he towers over me, and he moves his fingers to the back of my head. He slowly works the first half ofhis cock in my mouth and tears prick my eyes. I relax my jaw, giving him more room in my mouth to fill, and he hums his approval.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, reaching down the front of my shirt and pulling the cup of my bra down. “I love watching you suck my cock, Piper.”

The position doesn’t give me much room to move, and I rely on him to do the work. I moan around him when he pinches my nipple, my legs spreading and my fingers dropping to the hem of my skirt.

“Going to get a little deeper, baby. Want you to choke on it.” I gag when he thrusts his hips, his almost too much. “Perfect.”

His words might be filthy, but his actions are considerate. Like in how he wipes my eyes. How he gently pulls out of my mouth, my saliva covering his length.

“Sit up,” he tells me.

“I need to take my clothes off.”

“Can’t wait that long.”

I sit up and spin, my legs dangling over the edge and heat rising on my skin. Liam tugs on my calf, laughing when I almost fall off the mattress and kissing me when I finally get settled.

He shoves my skirt up to my waist and I smile, teasing him as I lift my hips and take off my underwear. I’m bold, ambitious when I touch my clit, his name a whispered gasp that falls from my mouth.

His touch runs up my thigh, the bump of his hand against mine reminding me this is wicked. A sin, but not one I’d care to repent for. I don’t give a shit about damnation or hell or anywhere else I might end up, because when he bats my hand away and shoves three fingers inside me, I’ve never wanted to be angelic a day in my life.

“Piper.” His voice is thick. Maybe it’s lust. Maybe he’s tipsy from the one beer he had at dinner. Whatever is aiding him, I love it. I want more of it. “Can I?—”

“Please,” I whisper, wanting him to know how badly I want him too.

This is different from what we’ve done when we’ve been intimate before.

This is a need. A desire. Agony in the most blissfully wonderful way, and I think I might die without him.

I prop up on an elbow, wanting to commit tonight to memory because I know it’s monumental in the grand scheme ofus. Something special, something cherished, and I’m surprised by the look of admiration in his eyes. The way his hands trace up my sides then back down, squeezing my hips.

I never seen Liam like this with his ragged breathing. Falling apart at the seams. Losing his self-control in the name of something deeper than sex. He can’t pick a spot on my body he wants to focus on, so I help him. I spread myself open, letting him see all of me.

“You are…” He trails off and shakes his head. “I’ve never been with someone as magnificent as you.”

There are so many things I want to say to him.

Silly things likethank you.

Thank youfor bringing me out of the dark.

Thank youfor making me feel beautiful.

“Show me,” I whisper. “Touch me, Liam.”

There’s a tremble to his touch, like the room is shaking. Like this isreal, a living and breathing thing outside these walls we both know the name of. His thumb presses against my clit. His mouth is on my neck, a warm swipe of his tongue against my throat nearly catapulting me into space.

“Fuck,” he says, but it’s not a curse. It’s beautiful and pleading. The mattress dips so he can ease me back. So he cantake up more of space and move into my orbit. “I could fuck you all night. Could touch you all night. Could just…fuck. Be with you all night. And the next and the next.”

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