Page 87 of Power Play

I try to hold out, but I’m not able to hang on. My second orgasm ebbs toward me. It takes over, a wave crashing over, and I moan his name as I combust into a thousand different pieces.

Liam surprises me, maneuvering out from behind me so my back is against the pillows. I’m breathless and weightless as the mattress dips and his hands are back on my legs, but this time, he’s between them.

“What are you doing?” I pant, disoriented.

“Haven’t tasted you yet.” His thumb presses down on my clit and my hips lift on their own. “Need to taste you.”

His tongue licks a hot swipe over me, andfuck. I like this more than I like his fingers. My entire body is sensitive, alight with nerves and stimulation, but there’s no way in hell I can do a third.

“I’m not sure I?—”

“Don’t care. Could eat you out even if you don’t come. You’re my new favorite meal.”

I try to get there again, try to chase after it, but I come up empty-handed. I’m frustrated and disappointed, mad that this feelsso goodyet I can’t do anything about it.

“I’m sorry.” I touch his cheek and he looks up at me, his lips wet and his eyes hooded. “I’m not going to be able to. It’s not you, it’s?—”

He kisses my knee. “There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”

“I don’t want you to do the work and?—”

“Nothing about that iswork, Piper. I do it because I like to do it, not because I have to do it. If you want to take a break, we can take a break. I have your come on my tongue. I’m set for the rest of the night.”

“I want to do the same for you, but I’m not going to be very good.”

“Let’s move to where we have more room. Can you get on the floor for me?”

“Yeah.” I swallow and slide to the end of the bed. My legs are shaky when I stand, and I wobble to the middle of his room. “Do you want me to sit?”

“On your knees would be perfect.” He follows behind me, and I drop to the ground. “Have you given a hand job before?”

“I don’t think I’d call it a hand job. It was a few quick jerks and that was it.”

Liam’s fingers hook in the waistband of his briefs and he slides them down his legs, stepping out. His cock bobs free, and I lick my lips at the sight of him. “We’ll start there.”

I nod and inch forward. My knees rub against the rug as I get closer to him. I rest my hands on his thighs, studying his cock, then look up at him. “What do I do?”

“Spit in your hand, then wrap your fingers around me.”

I hesitate for half a second before I spit in my palm and slowly wrap my fingers around his length. There’s pre-cumleaking from his slit, and I use my thumb to rub it over his head. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he rasps. “That’s perfect. Stroke up and down. You can—fuck, Piper.”

I’m slow at first, wanting to get used to the feel of him in my hand. How heavy and warm he is and the vein that runs from his tip to his base. The saliva gives me friction, aiding me in my movements as I get comfortable with the mechanics behind it.

When I find a rhythm, I add a twist of my hand like he did when I watched him, and he hisses.

“Too much?” I ask, and his fingers grip the back of my head.

“Fucking incredible,” he says, and I beam at the praise. “Squeeze a little harder.”

I grip him tighter. His hips buck forward and the muscles in his thighs tense. I glance up, marveling at his half-open mouth. The pinch of his eyebrows and the way he’s stroking my hair.

I kiss the side of his shaft, running my tongue up to his head. “I want to taste you too, Liam.”

“Christ. Okay. Put your mouth on it, but don’t bite. It’s like sucking a popsicle or a lollipop. Like you’re slurping, kind of.Fuck, that’s the worst analogy I can give. Just… anything will be perfect.”

I appreciate the visual description and I open my mouth, resting him on the tip of my tongue. He’s salty with a hint of sweetness. I’m not sure I love the taste, but I love thefeelof him. I take a deep breath and close my lips, hollowing out my cheeks like I have a popsicle in my mouth, not his nine-inch monster dick.

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