Page 48 of Power Play

Liam hums. “Yes, you did. What did you like about it?”

My cheeks heat at his blunt question. “Is there going to be a debrief after each lesson?”

“If it’ll help you figure out what worked and what didn’t, we might as well. You’re not going to hurt my feelings.”

“I wouldn’t hurt your feelings if I didn’t come?”

“No. We’d take a break and try again. And if you didn’t finish, that’s fine too.”

“Should I come every time? I’ve had sex more times than I’ve orgasmed. Seems like the math is off there.”

“It’s not a requirement, but a guy should always try. It’s fucking easy for us to get off, and we should be the last priority.”

“Oh.” My smile falls. “So when we’re together, I’m always going to come first?”

“Always.” He looks down at me and frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m learning how much I’ve missed out on, and it’s humiliating. I’m thirty-two. I’ve beenmarried, for god’s sake, and I don’t know the rules of orgasming. He made me come five times, Liam, in ten years. That’s it. I made excuses for it, and now I’m thinking it’s because he didn’t find me attractive. It’s because he didn’t want to spend the time making sure I understood. It’s because I was bad in bed. He had experience before he met me, so I know it’s not him.”

“Don’t do that,” Liam says fiercely. “Don’t blame yourself for his shitty intimacy. It took me ten minutes to figure out you like when I suck on your tits. You don’t need a degree in anatomy to know what turns a woman on, and that tells me he was lazy. Selfish and a giant fucking prick.”

“That’s because you’re a sex god.” I take a deep breath, winded from the conversation and the sweet bursts of pleasure. “You’re an anomaly.”

He barks out a laugh and touches my knee. “That’s the orgasm talking. Give it to me straight, Mitchell.”

“The kissing was nice. I like that thing you did with your tongue.”

“Nice,” Liam repeats. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip and a line of wrinkles form across his forehead like he’s angry at the world. “Weather is nice. A hot shower is nice. I don’t want the way I touch you to benice. I want it to be fucking mind-blowing.”

“It was good,” I blurt out. “Really, really good. The best kiss I’ve ever had.”

“What about where I touched you? Was it too much?”

“I liked that a lot.” My voice turns quieter as I try to gather my courage. As I try to come to terms with the fact the man in front of me is fixing my dress. Smoothing his hands over the fabric and watching me with a hopeful gaze that makes my heart do a somersault. “I liked when you—” I swallow and rest my hand on my chest. “Touched me here.”

He nods and sits back on his heels. “Good. I’ll do that again next time. Is there anything you didn’t like?”

How you didn’t slip your fingers inside me. How I didn’t get to touch you. How I can’t stop picturing your cock and wondering if I’d even know what to do with it.

“I liked it all.”

“You’re really giving me some confidence here.”

“Four years off and you haven’t lost your touch. You deserve an award. Maybe some gold stars.”

“Watching you come is enough of an award for me, but I’ve always been motivated by positive reinforcement. What did you learn tonight?”

“I didn’t realize I was going to be put on the spot.” I laugh nervously. “Um, I guess that my chest is more sensitive than I thought. I never pictured enjoying your mouth on me, but I did.”

“Does the idea of my mouth gross you out, Pipsqueak? Be honest.”

“No! It’s not that. I know how anatomy works, but I always figured Steven never touched me anywhere because it wouldn’t feel good for me.”

“Do you touch your tits when you get off by yourself?”

“No, but I’m going to have to start.” My cheeks flame and I clear my throat. “Do you want me to…” I trail off and glance at him. His hard length is obvious through the thin material of his shorts, and I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop daydreaming about touching him and makinghimfall apart. “Give you a hand?”

“I can’t tell you how badly I want to say yes to that offer.” Liam tips his head back. The tendons in his neck stretch as he stares at the ceiling, and his hand flexes at his side. “But we’ll save it for next time.”

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