Power Play (D.C. Stars #2)

22. Liam

TWENTY-TWO

LIAM

Puck Kings

Maverick

Goalie Daddddyyyyyyy. Where did you gooooo?

G-Money

Liammmmmmm. Come backkkkkkk.

Easy E:

We’re going to do karaoke lol

Hudson

Stay where you are. It’s not safe here.

Easy E:

Everyone loves karoke!!!!!

Riley

Look who is a spelling bee champ!!!!!!

Easy E:

Guck u

G-Money

Liam is probably missing us as much as I miss him.

*You have left the chat*

*Easy E has added you to the chat*

Easy E:

U can run but u cnt hde, mthrfkr

Hudson

A for effort, Richardson.

“What kind of music do you like?” Piper rests her head against the seat and turns her chin to look at me on the drive to my place. “Heavy metal? Gongs? Monks chanting?”

“Gongs? That’s not a thing, is it?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “It could be.”

“Gongs are not on the list, believe it or not. I don’t listen to a ton of music. When I’m heading to the arena, I like to blast classical music. It mellows me out. Any other time, I’ll listen to anything except country. I fucking hate country.”

“You looked like you were having a blast at the western bar. I saw you smiling.”

“Now you’re imagining things. That was hell on earth.”

“Rude of you to insult Dolly Parton like that, but okay.”

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. The roads are quiet for a Friday night, and I know we don’t have long until we get to my place.

“How much have you had to drink?” I ask.

“Enough where I had the balls to bid on you for over thirty thousand dollars knowing you were going to be the one to pay for it.” She laughs and closes her eyes. “Not enough to not know where I am. I’m mildly buzzed at most. Why?”

“We’re going to go a step further tonight, and I want to make sure you still want to do this.”

“I’m a big girl, Liam. I’m of sound mind and can make my own decisions, and I want you.”

I turn into my parking garage and shift my Range Rover to park. I glance over at her and rest my hand on her knee, squeezing once.

“Ready?” I ask, giving her one more chance to back out.

We both know the second we walk into my apartment I’m going to have my way with her.

“Ready,” she says. I climb out of the car and hustle to her side, opening the door. Holding out my hand, she swings her legs to the side and jumps to the ground. “So chivalrous.”

“Probably the last chivalrous thing I’m going to do for you tonight.”

“That’s not true. Some would argue your quest for my orgasms is as chivalrous as it gets.” Piper grins at me, and I snort. “What did you mean by a step further?”

“You used your fingers last time, but tonight I’m going to finger you. I’m going to touch you everywhere I haven’t touched, and you’re going to suck me off.”

She nearly stumbles when we get into the elevator. “I forget how blunt you are sometimes. Okay. Yes. I-I want all of those things. Will you help me through them, though? And make sure I understand? You’re going to have to guide me.”

“That’s why I’m your coach, Piper. So we can do it together.”

When we reach the top floor, we walk down the hall and stop in front of my door.

“Nice wreath.” She points at decoration I put up earlier this week. The evergreen branches are adorned with LED lights and candy canes, and you can see it from a mile away. “I figured you might be more of a Grinch type, but I’m glad I was wrong.”

“The owner’s granddaughter was selling them for a school fundraiser, and I couldn’t say no. Kind of looks like Christmas threw up on it, doesn’t it?”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“I like it.”

“You do have a heart after all.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

I tap my keyfob against the door and push it open. As she slips past me into my apartment, I take a final breath for my sanity before closing the door and locking it behind us.

Piper walks backwards. Her heels click across the floor and her eyes stay on me. She takes off her coat and throws it to the side, not bothering to care where it ends up. The strap of her dress falls down her left shoulder, and she doesn’t put it back in place.

“You’re awfully far away,” she says, voice rough around the edges but soft in the middle. Like she’s afraid I’m going to leave when the only place I want to be is here with her.

I move toward her, not needing to be told twice. I lift her off the ground in a swift motion and press her against the wall. Her breath stutters and she grips my hair, giving the ends a hard little tug that has me daydreaming about what that hand is going to feel like wrapped around my cock. Jerking nice and slow until I come in her palm.

“All night I’ve been wondering if you’re wearing underwear.” I hike her dress up her leg until the silver fabric pools at her waist. I run my hand from her calf up over her knee, not stopping until I reach the curve of her thigh and inch higher. “ Christ . You aren’t, are you?”

“Underwear would ruin the whole outfit.” Her head tips back, hair spilling over her shoulders. The other strap of her dress falls down, hooking around her elbow and showing off the tops of her tits. The flush on her skin and how hard she’s breathing. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s already worked up. “Are we going to do this here?”

“No.” I peel her off the wall and she wraps her legs around my middle. “My bed. Want to spread you out so I can see every inch of you.”

She cups my cheek and strokes the beard I haven’t bothered to shave. It’s pathetic how I melt into her, like I’ve been starved for human contact. Years without being touched has me close to begging. Shaking when her nose bumps against mine before she kisses me, soft and slow.

The way she brushes her tongue over my mouth is teasing. The way she moans when I yank her dress all the way down and take her breast in my hand is dizzying. I lose my footing when she gets more assertive, teeth biting at my lip, hands scratching at my back, and nearly trip on the rug in the hallway before righting myself at the last possible second.

Her laugh is wicked, and it fuels some savage part of me to treat her in a way no one else has. To make sure she’s blissed out and thoroughly wrecked, all because of me.

I shove the door to my bedroom open. Walk to the bed, drop her on the mattress and bend forward to click on a lamp. Piper looks up at me, and with the moon shining in through the window, it looks like there are stars in her eyes that match the ones outside. Bright flecks of silver and gray cloud her vision, and she reaches for me wordlessly.

I untie my shoes and shuck off my tuxedo jacket, kicking them out of the way. My fingers work to undo the knot of my tie, and there’s a moment where I consider asking her to let me tie her hands up. To tease her until she’s on the cusp of screaming my name, and only then would I let her come.

Piper watches me raptly, her gaze moving from my feet to my throat to my hands as I ball the tie up and toss it with the rest of the growing pile. Her attention lingers on my chest when I unbutton my shirt, and when I pull it off, she hums her approval.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I murmur, and she’s quick to comply. Quick to scoot. Quick to rest her feet on the rug and wait for the next instructions. “Such a good listener.”

A smile works its way onto her mouth. She rolls her lips together and lifts her chin in my direction. “Are you wearing underwear?”

“Someone told me I had a massive cock recently.” I unfasten my slacks and work the zipper down. “Felt like it was a crime to freeball it at such a classy event.”

Her laughter bounces off the corners of the room. Dissolves the last remaining sliver of hesitation hanging between us and sparks a fire up my spine.

Fuck, I want to make her come.

I want to make her come more than I’ve wanted to do anything else in my life.

But I also want to make her laugh again. It’s been so long since I’ve heard a sound like that—sweet. Calm. Pure fucking joy, and I want a slice of her happiness.

“Forget ‘Jingle Bells’. How about ‘Jingle Balls’?” Her grin splits her cheeks, proud of her joke. “So, what’s the verdict?”

I step out of my pants and nudge them away with my toes, leaving me in a pair of black briefs. Her eyes flash in recognition when she realizes how hard I am.

“Underwear. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Wow.” She licks her lips, and I want that tongue on my shaft. Swirling over my head and licking me from the base to the tip. “Feels like I’m overdressed. Should I—do you want me to?—”

“Ditch your clothes and lie on the bed.” I reach for the drawer of my bedside table and yank it open, searching for a marker. “Get comfortable.”

She stands and takes off her dress. When the material gathers at her waist, she shimmies it down her thighs until it pools at her feet, leaving her totally fucking naked.

Thank god I’ve made her keep her clothes on up to this point. I’m not sure I would’ve been able to get through the first times we were together if she showed off her whole body.

She’s too mesmerizing, from her full tits to her belly button. Smooth skin everywhere and hips I can’t wait to grab when I fuck her from behind.

“I’m self-conscious.” Her hands cover her chest and her stomach. “I guess I’m self-conscious about everything these days. I know I shouldn’t hide from a guy, but I’ve never loved how I look without my clothes on. Probably because no one else ever has. I think my boobs could be bigger. My stomach could be smaller and my thighs touch.”

“Hey.” I hook my fingers around her chin and tilt her head back so she’s looking at me. “I have a mini lesson for you. Want to hear it?”

Her throat bobs around a swallow and she nods. “Yeah.”

“If you take your clothes off in front of a man and he doesn’t drop to his knees to worship you, get the hell out of there. I don’t care if you’re naked. Run .”

“And risk public indecency?” she whispers, and I laugh. “This must be a very serious mini lesson.”

“Might be the most important one I teach you. His jaw better be on the goddamn floor when he sees you naked. If not? He’s not worth it. You’re too damn nice to waste your time with more pieces of shit,” I say, meaning every syllable. Every word and every goddamn letter.

She sits on the edge of the bed and wiggles back until she can stretch out. Until she can bend her knees and spread her legs, giving me a direct view of her pussy. She’s wet and pink and so fucking pretty. “Is your jaw on the floor?”

It is, and it feels like my heart might be too.

Somewhere down by my feet, and I’m never going to be able to pick it up.

“I don’t know my name right now,” I manage to get out. I climb on the bed and sit next to her, kissing her forehead. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Is that why you’re holding a marker?”

“No. I’m going to figure out the spots where you love to be touched the most. Going to mark them so I don’t forget. So you don’t forget, if you want to touch yourself when I’m not around.” I draw a circle around her left breast, pinching her nipple as I go. “I’m going to learn everything you like, Piper. And once I do, I’m going to fuck you better than he ever did.”