Power Play (D.C. Stars #2)

33. Liam

THIRTY-THREE

LIAM

I’ve found heaven on earth, and it’s being inside Piper Mitchell.

Fuck .

She’s so tight. So warm.

So fucking perfect I never want to fucking leave.

Her eyes fly open. Her lips part and she inhales a deep breath, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Put your other leg on my waist,” I tell her, but I’m not sure I’m even speaking coherent words. My brain is a jumbled mess, everything confusing and distracting as she lifts her leg and I get another inch deeper.

“Oh, fuck .” Her eyes stay locked on mine, big and wide, and her back arches. “That’s?—”

“Better?”

“So much better. Liam . I need you to—this is— move . Please.”

“Give me a second. If I move, I’m going to come.”

“So come .”

“Not yet,” I grit out. “Need to enjoy your perfect cunt first.”

I grip her leg so tightly I’m sure I’m going to leave behind a bruise. It’s taking everything in me not to thrust all the way into her so I can see how well she takes every inch of me. To see what she looks like when she comes on my cock.

I hold the base of my shaft and push forward another inch, going impossibly slow. It’s the only way I’ll hold onto my self-control. The only way I’ll get through this with a scrap of dignity left, because I am seconds away from begging her to move into my apartment. To let me take care of her every night and every goddamn morning, because I can’t think of anything else.

I’ll feed her. I’ll fuck her. I’ll treat her right. I’ll give her whatever she wants so she knows she won’t find anyone better than me.

“Liam,” she groans, and I love the way she says my name. How it tumbles from her mouth like a fucking prayer. “I can take more.”

Goddammit .

That’s probably the worst thing she could’ve said to me, because now I don’t want to be gentle.

I don’t want to take my time.

I want to see my cock buried in her.

I want to see how deep I can get. How fast I could make her come and how tight she’ll clench around me.

I’d let her suffocate me and I’d say thank you from the afterlife.

“Hang on.” I bring her knees to her chest, using them as leverage. I’m almost halfway inside her now, and Christ , it’s so good. “Okay?”

“ Yes .” Her nails dig into my back. They scratch down my skin and settle on my hips, urging me forward. “Is that all of it?”

I bark out a laugh. “We’ve got a ways to go, baby. Deep breath for me. I’m going to add a little more pressure.”

Piper nods, and I thrust forward as gently as I can. I groan, the years of loneliness catching up to me way too fucking quickly. I know I only have a couple minutes before I finish, before I fall headfirst over the ledge because her pussy is too goddamn perfect to want to try to last longer.

I’ve thought about this moment long before she ever asked me to fuck her.

Back when she was still married, that ring on her finger taunting me.

When the ring disappeared and I heard she was single.

When I started going out of my way in the arena to see her, to make sure she was okay, to have her smile at me because it made my whole fucking day.

When we had that night in Canada.

When she’s been in my bed the last few months, possessiveness gripping me at the sight of her in my shirt with a hickey on her neck.

I’ve been wanting Piper for years , and now that I have her, I’m going out of my fucking mind.

“I think I might come from this,” she whimpers. “And I’ve never?—”

“I’m a greedy bastard, Piper. You know I like having all your firsts,” I say, snapping my hips to the music of her moans. “Almost there. God, I can’t wait to see what my wife looks like when she takes all of my cock.”

With one final push I’m seated all the way inside her, my cock fully buried and my mental capacity dwindling. It’s a dizzying feeling, one I know I wouldn’t be experiencing if this were any other woman.

It’s because it’s her .

She rests her chin on her chest, glancing down at where we’re joined. “Holy shit.”

“Mini lesson time. Want to make this even better for you?”

“How the hell is that possible?”

“Touch yourself. Your tits. Your pussy. Wherever you want. It’s going to help you get off. It lets me watch you, and you know I’m a fan of that.”

She reaches out, fingers landing on her clit and moaning when her hand bumps against my shaft. “There’s—your—I’m so full .”

I rock forward and snap my hips. My eyes roll to the back of my head when she tightens around me. When she whispers my name and grabs my hand, her fingers intertwine with mine as she rests them on her heart.

“Fucking perfect. Perfect pussy. Perfect mouth. God, you’re incredible.”

“Are you going to come?” Piper asks, blinking up at me with pink cheeks and the faintest smile on her pretty little mouth. “Are you going to finish inside me, Liam?”

I’ve never hated a condom more.

I know wearing one is the smart thing to do.

I know I’d regret it if I went without it, but goddamn if I don’t want to paint her with my cum. Want to watch it leak down her leg then shove it back in her so she knows who makes her feel so fucking good.

“Where else do you think I’m going to finish? Going to make you mine, Piper.”

Mine for the time being , my brain challenges, and I shove the thought away.

“Could you—maybe a little— oh . Right there, Liam. Just?—”

I pinch her nipple at the same time I slam into her forcefully. Purposefully. Letting her know I’ll give her anything she fucking wants, and I feel the second her orgasm grabs her. She cries out, nice and loud, chanting my name again and again until her throat goes hoarse. Until her eyes close and a tear rolls down her cheek.

I don’t last a second longer, thrusting one more time and wanting nothing more than to join her on the other side. I collapse forward. I gasp through a choked inhale, the muscles in my legs convulsing until I’ve spilled everything I have into the latex and nearly killing myself in the process.

“God”—I groan—“fucking damn.”

“Are you okay?” Piper touches my forehead and I nod, not knowing my name or where I am, only that everything is fucking magical.

“More than okay,” I pant. Her hand moves to my hips, tracing along the base of my cock, and I groan again. “ Shit , Piper. It’s really—I’m?—”

“I want to see,” she whispers.

I nod, somehow controlling my limbs enough to pull out of her. I wince at the loss of contact, and she moans. She lifts her hips like she’s asking for more. There’s blood on the condom. The latex is stained red, and I rub my thumb across her stomach.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shakes her head and lifts up on her elbows, seeing the blood. She glances down at the sheets, at the small stain on the navy blue, and she winces. “I’m sorry. I thought that might happen. I’ll help you change the sheets. I?—”

“Fuck no you won’t.” I kiss her, needing to taste her. Needing her to know this is fine . “You think I give a shit about some blood? You haven’t had sex in years, and we both know I’m bigger than your ex is.”

Piper huffs. “That wasn’t subtle at all.”

“It wasn’t meant to be. The blood was bound to happen, and it’s not a big deal. If you weren’t so exhausted, I’d fuck you again. I’d see if I could get you to make an even bigger mess. Maybe even on my hand. I’ll tell you something, Piper. Men aren’t bothered by things like that. If a guy cares about a little blood, you need to kick him to the fucking curb. You know why?”

“Why?” she asks, blinking up at me.

“Because it shows you did such a good job, sweetheart. Look what you did to me.” I carefully ease the condom off my length and tie it off. I hold it up to her so she can see it full of my release, and her eyes go wide. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I know this is casual between us, but for a woman who’s never been shown any sort of intimate affection, who’s never had her pleasure made a top priority, this is going to make her emotional.

I anticipate it. Before she can react, before she has a chance to get in her head and overanalyze what happened, I toss the condom in the trash. I gather her in my arms, my fingers working out the knots in her hair.

“That was so liberating,” Piper whispers. “It felt amazing, but my god I liked watching you come undone.” Her thumb rubs along my collarbone. “And knowing I was the one making you fall apart makes me really proud.”

She fucking wrecked me.

Rocked my whole world, and I’m not sure I’m ever going to be the same.

“I’m glad you’re proud of yourself.” I move my hand up her arm and rest my chin on her shoulder. “You should be.”

“I’m going to need a few minutes, but I’ll be ready for round two soon.” She stretches and yawns. “And maybe a shower.”

“We’re going to hold off on round two. You’re going to be sore, and, after a shower, I’d bet my entire paycheck from Saturday’s game you’ll be asleep.”

“But what if I want more?” Piper shifts in my lap, straddling me. She rolls her hips, grinding against my inner thigh, and I grip her waist.

“I said we’re going to hold off on round two, not that I’m not going to take care of you. And we’re starting with cleaning you up.”

I lift her up and scoot to the end of the bed. I stand, carrying her to the bathroom and flipping on the light. Pico darts out from the nest he’s made for himself under the double vanity, and Piper laughs as he skirts by.

“Is that a pile of towels?”

“Yup. He refuses to sleep in the expensive bed I got him and is perfectly content with the towels I bought online. Pain in my ass,” I say, setting her down. “Bath or shower?”

“Oh, a bath sounds nice. But only if you join me.”

“I’m not sure we’ll both fit. You get in. I’ll rinse off after you.” I turn on the faucet. “Water temperature preference?”

“Scalding hot, please.” Piper sits on the ledge of the tub and smiles up at me. “Permission to ask a personal question?”

“Piper.” I stick my hand under the water and turn it up a few degrees. “You’ve had my dick inside you. You can ask whatever the hell you want.”

“What do your tattoos mean? They’re all so beautiful.”

“Wish I had a good story for them, but I don’t. Not really. The sparrows match the tattoo Alana has.” I tap the birds that span across my ribcage. “We got them when she turned eighteen because she’s always been a bit of a free spirit who wants to spread her wings. The fern leaves are for growth and resilience. My first season in the league I rode the bench in Minnesota. Didn’t play in a single game. I knew I was good enough to be a starter, but it wasn’t my time yet. Then I landed in DC and joined a losing team who set the league record for most defeats in a single season. I needed something to keep me going. It’s stupid, but when I look at the ink, it reminds me that I do this because I love the game and things are always going to get better.”

“Wow. Look at you being Mr. Positive.” She nudges my foot with hers. “And what are you talking about not having a good story for them? That was insightful. Now I feel like I really know you.”

“Thoughts?” I ask on a whim, turning off the water and looking at her.

I don’t know why I’m desperate to hear her answer. It’s like my life hangs in the balance until I know exactly what she thinks of me.

“I like what I see.” Piper braces herself on my shoulder and steps into the tub. The water laps over the sides and runs down the porcelain onto the floor, but I don’t care. She rests her chin on her knees and grins at me. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yeah.” I squat next to her and rub my thumb across her cheek. “Confident, thoroughly fucked, and taken care of looks damn good on you. Think we should keep it that way. Now lie back. Let me wash your hair.”

“Liam. You don’t need to?—”

“And if I want to?”

She reaches out of the tub and takes my hand in hers. She squeezes once and relaxes in the steaming water, golden hair going everywhere.

“Then I’ll let you.”

“Thank you.”

I take my time washing and conditioning her hair. When I finish, I dry her off and bring her to my bed.

I’ve hooked up with a few women before.

I’m not a playboy who’s slept with half the city, but I’m not inexperienced either.

It’s never been like this.

Like I simultaneously want time to speed up so I can see her again while also wishing it could slow down so I can savor each and every second with her, stretching them out for as long as I can.

And as she settles against my chest in one of my T-shirts, her head buried in my shoulder and her heartbeat matching mine, I try to figure out why the fuck this time is so different.