Page 47 of Power Play

“Look at me?” He lifts his chin my way and understanding dawns. “Oh. Yes. You can.”

His eyes drag down my body from my neck to my collarbone. A string of expletives tumble from his mouth when he gets to my chest, and I know my skin is bright red.

“Fuck. Perfect fucking tits. I knew you’d be pretty underneath your clothes.”

He cups my breast and pinches my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. I don’t bother to hide my moan, and when he lowers his mouth andsucks, I almost levitate off the couch.

“Shit,” I whisper, a new and unexplored sensation clutching me tight. “I like that.”

He moves his mouth to my other nipple, and I think I might die. I think my tombstone is going to have to readperished from the grumpy goalie’s mouth on his living room couch, because he swirls his tongue in a pattern I’ve never felt before, then bites—hard—and I can’t remember my name.

I slip into a trance, reveling in his hands on my body and their exploratory path. When he strokes the underside of mybreast, my toes curl. When he pinches my nipple again, adding more pressure than before, I loop my arms around his neck so my hips don’t leave the couch. And when his free hand brushes against the front of my underwear in the cruelest teasing touch, I know I’m going to fall apart.

“I think I need more,” I pant. “I think I’m close. I don’t know. It’s never felt like this before. I’m—” I suck in a sharp breath, not knowing what I need or how to voice it, only that I want him to never,everstop. “Please, Liam.”

“There’s that word again.” He moves his hand away from between my legs, and I whimper at the loss. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“My skin is on fire. There’s this… thisenergyin my stomach. Like I’m close to something but I can’t reach it yet. I’ve come before but it’s not… this is totally different. It’s never been so intense.”

“Because it hasn’t been donerightbefore. If I keep touching you, do you think you could come?”

“Would it be okay if I did? I-I like what you’re doing.”

I don’t know the proper protocol here, and I just want to begood.

My foreplay knowledge is limited, and I’ve never tipped over the edge to an orgasm without some form of penetration.

To think Liam could do it with only his mouth has me angry about all the pleasure I’ve ever missed out on.

“Fuck, yeah it would be okay if you did.God, I want to see it. I want to hear it. You don’t have to last long for me, Piper, and when you’re close, I want you to let go. Don’t think about anything else besides howgoodyou feel, okay?”

I nod and take a deep breath, exhaling when he puts his mouth on me again. I moan when he strokes up my thigh, his long fingers bunching the skirt of my dress like he wants to see more of me.

When I think he’s going to move to my other breast, Liam surprises me by kissing me again. It’s heavy, passionate, and he nearly folds himself on top of me to get close. I’m not sure where I end and he begins, only that this feels unbelievablyright.

I lift my hips, a frantic need pulsing through me and clawing at my spine. He presses his thumb against the front of my underwear, finding my clit without ever breaking our kiss, and I detonate.

My body trembles as I ride the high, the sensation simultaneously unfamiliar and welcome. Liam sends another orgasm racing through me when he rubs his thumb in a slow, torturous circle and whispers, “Take it all, Piper. You’re so good, you deserve it.”

I don’t know how long it takes for me to calm down. Five minutes? Five years? When my legs finally stop shaking and my breathing evens out, I open one eye and find him staring at me.

“Hi,” I whisper shyly, watching with blissed out wonder as his mouth hooks up on the right side in the start of a smile. “I’m afraid I’m dead.”

He runs his hand down my leg and kisses my knee. “You gonna haunt me from the afterlife, Mitchell?”

“I think I might. It’s your fault I feel like this.”

“And how do you feel?”

“I’m not sure I can form coherent sentences and you want to know how I feel?”

“It’s the perfect chance for your exit survey. It’s fresh in your mind.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “Do you really want an exit survey?”

“Seems like I was promised one.”

“It’s pretty clear how you did. I came on your couch.”

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