Power Play (D.C. Stars #2)

17. Liam

SEVENTEEN

LIAM

Piper is just as soft as I remember her being.

I savor her as I inch my hand higher, dipping under her shorts to the top of her hip. I graze over the waistband of her underwear, desperate to know if they’re another lacy pair like she had on the other day.

Blue, maybe. Or bright pink.

I snap the elastic against her waist and hum when she hisses at the sting of pain. I smooth over the mark I left behind with my thumb, half tempted to rip the silk shorts in half so I can see how fucking perfect she is without any clothes.

“Did that hurt?” I ask, wanting to figure out more about her. Wanting her to figure out more about her. “Was it too much?”

“No.” She shakes her head, blonde hair going everywhere. Her palms slide up the back of my shirt and she presses against my skin with warm hands. “It wasn’t too much.”

“Good.” I nudge her knees apart and she wraps her legs around my waist. “We’re going to do things a little differently tonight.”

“Are we adding fingers this time?” Piper lights up, excitement in her eyes. “Or are you going to be a tease again?”

“I’m a tease because this is figuring out what you like. What gets you to the edge and makes you feel good. What fun would it be if we skipped the parts that can be just as nice as the real thing?”

I pull my hand out of her shorts and rest my palm on her stomach. She exhales, a ragged breath that has me buzzing with energy.

Fuck , the things I want to do to her.

I wanted to fuck her against the wall at the bar a few weeks ago. Wanted to put her on her knees and tie her hands behind her back. Wanted to drag her into the bathroom and set her on the counter so I could go down on her, tasting her pussy that I bet is sweet as hell until she moaned my name for everyone to hear.

And when I got to see her in skates?

Eyes wide and trusting as she followed my every instruction?

I liked that the most.

My restraint is growing thin.

I’m trying to do this right.

I’m trying to go slow so she’s not anxious or self-conscious when she meets the next dude she wants to sleep with, but seeing her like this isn’t doing a goddamn thing to help.

“You don’t have to go easy on me. I’m not going to break, Liam. Why are you being such a nice guy?”

“You know what they say: nice guys finish last. And it’s true.” I move up her body to her chest. I pluck at her nipple, fucking delighted to find she’s not wearing a bra. “I’m too busy watching you come first to care about winning.”

She huffs out what I think is a laugh. I bring my mouth to hers and she lifts her chin, meeting me halfway.

“Are you going to finish tonight?” she murmurs, and the question is fucking wicked. “And if you are, can I watch?”

“Do you want to watch?’

“Yeah.” She touches my cheek. Drags her thumb across my beard and tugs on my bottom lip. “I want to see what you look like when you come. I want to see how big you are and how hard you can get. I want to see how you like to touch yourself so I can touch you like that too. I want to see if you make a mess.”

I grab her jaw, and there’s a shift in her breathing. Her lips curl into a smile that matches mine, like she’s egging me on. Daring me to play a game with her, but she doesn’t know she doesn’t stand a chance with me.

“The only place I’m going to make a mess is down your throat or on your tits,” I say.

Piper’s eyes get even wider, and I worry I’m overdoing this.

I might hate talking to people in real life, but I’ve always been a talker in the bedroom. The guy who will walk you through it, step by step, and tell you exactly what I see. Exactly what I taste and hear.

For someone who, based on what she’s told me, is probably used to silence in the sheets, this might be too vulgar. Way too forward. I say the word pussy and she blushes.

When she pushes up on her elbows and kisses me like we’re going to fucking die tomorrow, though, I know this girl isn’t as sweet as she thinks she is.

She has fantasies. Desires. Things she wants to try but is afraid to voice, and fuck if I’m not going to get them out of her.

“Bedroom,” she says against my mouth, and I nod.

I stand without breaking our kiss and scoop her into my arms. I carry her down the hall, narrowly avoiding hitting her head on a picture frame.

“Which room?

“Left. No—” She dips her chin and kisses my neck. Runs her tongue up the line of my throat, and I almost lose my footing. “Your other left.”

“This one?”

“No. The next one.”

“There are three more doors, Piper. Is it the middle one or the one on the end?”

“Does it really matter? Pick a room, Liam. Any room. We can work with whatever real estate we find. Take us to the shower, for all I care.”

“You don’t think I’m going to fuck you in every room and against every wall?”

“Against the wall? What are the logistics behind that?”

“I’ll take care of the logistics. You just have to hold on.”

Piper exhales against my neck, her breath warm and her laugh sweet. “I don’t like that you’re doing all the work. I know I’m the student, but there seems to be an imbalance happening here. Share some of the load, Sullivan.”

“You want to do some of the work?” I finally find what I think is her room and almost break the door in. I walk to her bed and set her on the mattress, taking a step back. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

“ What ?” Piper blinks. “How does that help me learn what to do with a guy?”

“Because I’m going to watch you and tell you the things you like. You might not realize you like them because you haven’t experienced them yet. I’m going to help read your body.”

“I’m starting to think you’re some woman whisperer,” she mumbles, eyes looking everywhere but at me. I wait, letting her decide if this is something she wants to do. “Okay. But you can’t make fun of me.”

“I’d never make fun of you.”

Her face softens and she nods. “Are we keeping our clothes on or off tonight?”

My dick throbs at the thought of her naked and spread out for me. It’s tempting to give in and say fuck it . To be reckless and carefree, but I want to do this right.

She deserves it.

“On.” My voice is hoarse. I’m so hard I have to adjust myself over the front of my sweatpants. Her smirk is taunting, and I’d do just about goddamn anything to see her choke on my cock. “They’ll come off next time.”

Piper lies flat on her back and lifts her arms above her head. Her shirt moves up her stomach, and I get a glimpse of the underside of her tits. “How do I—should—where?—”

“Touch yourself like you do when you’re alone. Pretend like I’m not here.” I pause and take off my shirt, throwing it to the side. She whines when she sees my bare chest, eyes roaming over my body unabashedly. I don’t give a shit she’s ogling me; I flex my muscles, showing off. “But I’ll give you some inspiration.”

“You’re also inspiring me to go to the gym tomorrow.” She laughs again and relaxes against the stack of pillows behind her. She bends her knees and spreads her legs, giving me a view of her covered pussy. “Will you come be close to me while I do it?”

I move before she can finish the question.

The last thing I want is for her to feel unwanted. Like she’s doing this for me instead of herself. I crawl on the mattress and take up the space between her thighs again.

“What do you want, Piper?”

“You.”

What a dangerous fucking word .

“Me?”

“Yeah. Kiss me, Liam.”

I might be tough on the ice, but when she’s under me, saying my name like I’m important, like I’m so much more than a hockey player who stops a couple goals every night, I’m goddamn weak .

I don’t think there’s anything she could ask for that I wouldn’t give her.

So, I kiss her.

Softer this time, until she’s making breathy little moans from the back of her throat. Until the fingers on one of her hands press into the muscles at my neck, urging me closer, and the others dip inside her shorts.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she whispers. I pull away and glance down at her, finding her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly. “I’ve watched videos to figure out what I might like, but I haven’t found the answer yet.”

“Have you tried toys?” I rub my thumb over the curve of her knee. “Those sometimes work wonders.”

“No. Maybe I should.” Her back arches, nipples pointed and hard against her shirt. I can’t see it, but I can hear it: the wet glide of her finger. The rhythm she settles into and her quiet groan. “I’ve never come from sex.”

“Because you need more stimulation. You like to be touched somewhere more sensitive.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist, guiding her hand out of her shorts. The hand in my hair drops away and rests on her stomach. I put my thumb over hers, leading her to her clit, and I press down on the spot she liked the other night. Her moan is louder this time, her legs snapping tight against my hips, and I grin. “There you go, Piper. That feels better, doesn’t it?”

“ Fuck . It doesn’t feel better. It feels like heaven. How—” Her eyes squeeze shut and she gasps. Drops her head back and bites her bottom lip. “ Liam . Can you—I need—” She grasps the sheets. “I want my fingers inside me again, but I can’t get a good angle.”

“Hang on.” I pull my thumb off her and she groans, lifting her hips at the loss of contact. I tug on her shorts and work them down her thighs until they’re hooked around her ankles. I slip them off her feet and toss them to the pile with my shirt. “ Christ .”

“What?” Her eyes fly open and she looks at me. “What did I do wrong?”

I shake my head, every ounce of self control telling myself to not jerk off. To keep my hands on her, not my throbbing dick, because this isn’t about me.

But seeing her in that white thong makes it really fucking difficult to behave.

Hunger like I’ve never experienced before rolls through me when I find a wet spot on the front of the cotton, her arousal clear and evident.

I want to wrap her underwear around my fist. I want to keep them in my pocket and find out what she tastes like. I want to rub them up and down my cock until I stain them with my cum.

“You didn’t do a goddamn thing wrong. You’re perfect, Piper.”

She melts at the praise and tips her legs open wider. Her fingers disappear inside her underwear, and I never should’ve taken off her shorts.

Now I can see too much. Can hear too much. Can imagine it’s my cock fucking her, not her pointer finger, and I watch with wonder as she angles her wrist to get deeper.

“Can you—” Piper pauses for a breath. “Could you touch my clit while I’m?—”

“Fucking yourself?” I finish for her, and her face turns crimson.

“I think that will help me finish.”

I crowd her space and hold myself over her. I bend forward, one hand resting on the mattress next to her head, the other teasing up her thigh. Circling her hip bone and dropping low on her stomach.

“Remember what we talked about last time?” I say low in her ear. “Don’t think about it. I’m not here. Just take it, okay?”

She nods, exploring. The hand not in her shorts moves to her chest, and I watch her touch her tits. I watch her pinch her nipple through her shirt then hum in appreciation.

“Good,” she whispers. “That feels so good.”

I keep my mouth shut and let her sink into the moment without any distraction. I’m mesmerized by the way she tries a speed then changes her tempo, a few seconds faster, a few seconds slower.

She takes her time, drawing her pleasure out. When her breathing shifts, I push my thumb against her clit again.

“ Oh .” Piper writhes on the sheets. “I like them both at the same time.”

“Yeah?” I grunt and circle over her underwear. She cries out my name and it goes straight to my dick, a shot of adrenaline that makes me impossibly harder. “Are you close, Piper?”

“I think I am,” she whispers, bobbing her head. “It feels like last time.”

“You’re doing so well, baby, and I can’t wait to watch you fall apart for me.”

That sends her over the edge.

Her legs convulse and her body trembles. A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek and her hips jerk up, the aftermath of the orgasm taking every bit of her energy.

I keep touching her, only slowing my thumb when she begs me to stop. After she calms down from the high, she groans. Cracks an eye open and looks up at me.

“How’re you doing?” I ask, popping my thumb in my mouth and groaning at the faint taste of her.

“I’m so happy.” Piper giggles and pulls her hand out of her shorts. Her fingers are wet from her pussy, and I stare at them like they’re my last meal. “Why the hell has it never been that good when I’ve been by myself?”

I climb off her, standing so I can work out the cramp in my legs. “You like penetration, but you really like your clit being touched. My suggestion? You get a small vibrator you can use during sex. You can have a guy buried inside you and still get off.”

She blinks at me, a dazed look in her eye. “Do guys like when women use toys? It’s not cheating or anything?”

I shrug. “Granted it’s been a while, but I like when they do. Why not? I want you to get off. Who cares if it’s my fingers or something that vibrates?”

“Too bad your dick doesn’t vibrate.”

“The only special feature it has is glowing the dark.”

Piper bursts out laughing and rolls onto her side, smiling at me. “Should every orgasm feel that good?”

“Can’t say I’ve been on the receiving end of an orgasm like that, believe it or not, so I can’t give you the whole answer, but I imagine they can be. If you’re doing them right.”

“You’re definitely doing something right, smart-ass.” She stretches out her legs. There’s a glint in her eye that wasn’t there before. “You got to watch me, Liam. Do I get to watch you?”