Power Play (D.C. Stars #2)

23. Piper

TWENTY-THREE

PIPER

Time of death: 10:37 p.m.

Cause of death: Liam telling me I’m going to fuck you better than he ever did .

It makes me feel so wanted . So desirable , I could explode from the heat of his words.

His touch is torture, teasing me as he moves the marker to the other side of my chest. He draws a circle around my right breast and my back arches off the bed. Liam’s chuckle is sexy, a wicked noise that tells me he’s just getting started.

And when he closes his mouth around my nipple, I turn into a writhing mess.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He takes my nipple between his teeth, and I swear my vision goes blurry. Fades to black when he sucks the pointed peak. “And to think you’ve been hiding all of this under your outfits at work. Fantastic tits. Pretty cunt. I can’t wait to memorize every fucking inch of you.”

I hold the sheets with a death-like grip, needing to stabilize myself. It’s already too much but somehow not enough.

“I like that,” I whisper, doing my best to be more vocal about the things I enjoy so a man will do them again. So I can get comfortable asking for it because it’s what makes me feel good. “When you put your mouth on me.”

“Yeah?” Liam mimics the sensation on my other breast. He bites and sucks harder, drawing a whine out of me.

“Can you go lower? Down to my stomach?”

“Asking for what she wants.” His mouth moves over the underside of my breast. Across my ribcage and down my body. “That’s an A plus from me.”

“Even lower.” My fingers thread in his hair, and I give his head a gentle shove. A prompting to tell him exactly where I want him to touch me next. “Please.”

He kisses my belly button and sucks on the skin above my hip bone. “I’m so proud of you, Piper.”

I’m so proud of me too.

My knees open and Liam drags the marker down my left leg. He makes a mark on my inner thigh and moves away, his weight settling between my legs as he lies on his stomach.

“I want to get off, Liam, and I want you to be the one to do it.”

“Baby, I’m going to be the only one to do it.” He tosses the marker away and strokes up my calf, over my knee, until he’s using both thumbs to spread me open. To explore me meticulously until I burst . “Make sure you say my name nice and loud when you come.”

This is my first time being so exposed to someone. I feel vulnerable as he looks at me up close, the most intimate parts of myself on display without a care in the world, and I quickly learn I love it.

My self-consciousness melts away when Liam mumbles perfect and amazing . Bliss sparks behind my eyes when his right thumb moves to my clit and rubs in a slow and methodical circle. My toes scrunch and my breath catches in my throat. His left hand grips the inside of my thigh before moving up to my stomach and pushing down.

“God,” I breathe out.

“No god here, Piper. Just me, and I’m not going to save you. I’m going to wreck you.”

I lift my hips, shamelessly asking for more. Wanting to be wrecked. “Keep doing that. A little harder.”

“Like that?” he asks, adding more pressure.

“Perfect. That’s perfect.”

“Do you want to come like this first? Or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers until you come on my hand?”

“Both?” I sputter at the blunt question. At not knowing which option sounds best. “Can I have both?”

“Greedy little thing.” Liam kisses my knee and increases the speed of his fingers as they circle me. He’s not inside me, not yet, and I can’t think of anything else except for how good he’ll feel when he finally is. “But you know I’ll give you whatever you want.”

I do know that.

If I asked him to stop, he would.

If I asked to touch him instead, he’d let me.

He might be the one with the size and the strength, but I’m the one with the power.

Liam pinches my nipple with his free hand at the same moment he gives my clit a light slap and I gasp, electricity running through my veins. The orgasm rips through me, delirious pleasure catapulting me to the sky. It’s the most intense one I’ve ever had, a full-body experience that has my eyes pricking with tears and my legs shaking.

It takes me a minute to come down. The ecstasy subsides as his fingers still. As he leans forward, body over mine, and kisses me. I groan, aching for him, and he sucks on my bottom lip before pulling away.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“You don’t think I’m done, do you?” Liam lifts me gently off the sheets until I’m sitting up. He scoots behind me and leans against the pillows. When he’s settled, he pulls me toward him, my back against his chest. “We’re getting you comfortable for this next part.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“It might hurt at first, but we’ll go slow.”

“Okay.” I swallow and relax into him. My muscles are heavy, and he coaxes my legs open again with gentle hands. “I trust you.”

Liam wraps a hand around my chin, turning my neck so he can kiss me. As I sink into it, he drags a finger over my entrance. He pushes inside me, slow at first, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Breathe for me, Piper,” he says, against my mouth. “There you go.”

There are only a few seconds of pain before it gives way to something else. Something aching and filling and new. It’s so different from when I touched myself in front of him, and it hurts far less than I thought it would.

It’s exquisite.

“Fuck,” I whisper, the fullness almost overwhelming. “And this is just one finger?”

He brushes his nose against mine, and then there is more of a stretch. A sensation deeper inside me in a spot that’s never been touched before. Not with sex. Only him. “Just one.”

“Christ,” I gasp. “And I asked you to fuck me? I’m going to die. I hope heaven is nice, because my time on earth is almost up.”

Liam buries his laugh in my neck, kissing along my collarbone and up my throat. “I’m not fucking you tonight, sweetheart. But when I do, you’ll be ready. You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to look so good doing it.”

I’m not sure about that, but that’s future Piper’s problem. Something to worry about later when the time comes, because right now, I want to enjoy this .

The way he slides his finger out of me then presses back in. How his other hand moves back to my clit, a rhythm of pushing and circling that makes my entire body warm. Makes awareness bloom low in my belly, knowing he’s going to make me come again.

It makes me cry out. Makes me reach an arm behind me and wrap it around his neck, searching for his mouth so he can kiss me again.

“You said two fingers,” I pant. “Can we try?”

“You sure?”

“Please,” I beg.

“You’ll tell me if you want to stop? If it hurts?”

“I’m going to hurt you if you stop.”

He laughs again, pulls out of me, and kisses my cheek. “I’m not going to stop. But only if you open your eyes and watch while I fuck you.”

My eyes fly open, and I turn my attention between my legs. His hand is big, fingers thick, and he grips the inside of my thigh. There are a few seconds of teasing. Of him acting like he’s going to do it before he does, and it’s the most wonderful thing of my life.

My arousal coats him. His pointer finger is wet, covered in me, and I wonder what it would look like on his cock. On his mouth and on his tongue, and god do I want those things too.

Liam presses against my entrance with two fingers. I moan as he gently works them both in, a steady slide until his first knuckles disappear, then his second. Soon, I can’t see them at all, and he kisses my ear.

“You’re so fucking tight, Piper. Fucking clenching around me,” he whispers. “Goddamn. Makes me feel like I’m the only one who’s ever touched you like this.”

He is the only one who’s ever touched me like this.

My hand instinctively rests on my thigh, and his wrist bumps against mine. I move my touch to my stomach, fingers drifting to my clit.

I want to help him get me there. I want to be a part of it, and when I touch myself at the same time he curls his fingers inside me, relief like I’ve never experienced before starts at the base of my spine.

“Liam. Liam . I—I’m going to come,” I say frantically, and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So come,” he says nice and low. “I can’t wait to watch.”

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, and fuck . 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 feels so good yet 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 is work , 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-cum leaking 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 the feel of 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.

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 what I like, Piper, and it’s my cock 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 I want this. 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.”

“Why did you have a marker in your end table?”

“Because I do the Sunday crossword puzzle in bed.”

“And you use a marker? Are you a serial killer?”

“Last I checked I wasn’t.”

“Those answers are very enthusiastic.”

“Do you want me to scream them?”

“I wouldn’t hate it.”

Liam laughs and tugs me toward the bathroom. When he looks at me over his shoulder, I feel a shift in the universe. Like something is changing, but I can’t figure out what.

And when he smiles at me, I feel it in my heart too.