Page 88 of Power Play

I gag. Tears burn my eyes and he pulls out of me, taking a string of spit with him.

“Good.Good, Piper.” His thumb wipes away the tears from my cheeks. “Let’s try again. This time, breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw.”

I lean forward, taking him back in my mouth. I suck and lick, careful to not use my teeth. My tongue swirls over his head, and his grip on the back of my head turns rough.

“Oh,fuck,” he groans. “Shit. Use a little more of your tongue and—goddamn. You’re doing so well. Try using your hand too.”

I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. I surprise myself by taking him another inch deeper down my throat, turning my hand in a clockwise motion at the same time.

“Do guys like it this way?” I pop him out of my mouth and lick all the way up. “Does it feel good?”

“I don’t give a fuck what other guys like. This is whatIlike, Piper, and it’smycock in your mouth, right? No one else is going to have you like this. Not until I’ve gotten my fill of you.”

Oh.

I like this side of Liam.

The side not afraid to be crass. To be possessive and rough and say exactly what’s on his mind. I know he’s been careful with me up to this point. I appreciate his willingness to teach me, to make sure I’m comfortable, but I’m also a woman with needs.

“Then don’t be careful with me,” I challenge. “Fuck my mouth like you want to, Liam. Show me how you like it, because I know it’s not going this slow.”

My demand unlocks something in him. A part of him he’s kept tucked away, and when I say it, I see the moment a switch flips. The second he hears me handing over control, and he jumps at the chance to act on it.

“Hold still.” He twists my hair around his wrist. His eyes meet mine, and I give him a nod, letting him know I’m okay. That Iwantthis. That I don’t want to be treated like a nice girl, but a woman who can get a little messy. “Don’t stop until I come down your throat.”

I’m enthusiastic this time, licking and sucking him with vigor. Letting the tears fall down my cheeks and my breath catch in my chest.

I’m encouraged, motivated by his low groans and the snap of his hips. And when I get him the deepest yet, almost to the back of my throat, he holds my head there.

“Going to come,” he grumbles, and he does.

His release is warm, and I wait until he lets out a loud moan. Until his movements slow and his fingers let go of my hair.

I pop him out of my mouth, making sure I get every drop. I swallow and look up at him, warmth settling in the spot behind my ribs when I find him already looking at me.

“How did I do?” I ask softly. “Was that okay?”

“It was perfect. Unbelievable.” Liam touches my cheek. “How the hell did you wind up in my bed?”

“Technically, I’m on the floor. And I guess it was desperation,” I tease. “A pathetic attempt where I threw myself at you, remember?”

“There’s nothing pathetic about the way you’re embracing your sexuality.”

“Would you sleep with me again based on that performance?”

“Without a doubt,” he says. “That was great for your first time. And, hey. Bonus points for not biting off my dick.”

“Now I’m terrified to give you another blow job.” I laugh and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Do you mind if I clean up? I’ll head out after.”

“Want to stay the night?” He loops an arm around my waist and help me to my feet.“It’s late.”

“Would I be invading your space?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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