18. Piper
EIGHTEEN
PIPER
Liam’s body is a study in masculine beauty, and it’s making my post-orgasm boldness waver because I’m so distracted.
Sharp features. Dark chest hair. Chiseled muscles from his shoulders to his abdomen. Everything about him is jaw-dropping, and I could stare for hours.
“Come here,” he says roughly. I practically race across the bed to the edge of the mattress to be near him. “Do you want to see?”
“Nah. I think I’m all set,” I tease, the joke falling short when he tugs his briefs down his thighs.
His cock springs free, and my tongue almost falls out of my mouth.
He’s thick and big, inches longer than Steven and any of the dicks I’ve seen on the other side of my laptop screen. The crown glistens with pre-cum, and a fresh wave of assuredness rolls into me as I study him, not wanting to miss a thing.
I did that .
He’s turned on because of me .
Of all the women in the world, I’m the one making him rock hard.
Maybe I’m not as bad in bed as I think I am.
I sit up on my knees. This close, I can see the tension in his jaw. The heat of his gaze and the soft breath he lets out when he wraps his fist around his shaft. He runs his thumb through the pre-cum and uses the moisture to coat his length, stroking up and down.
“You look like you have a question,” he says with a strained voice. “What’s on your mind?”
A lot of damn things.
I wasn’t kidding when I told him Steven used to just put his dick in me. I’ve never watched a guy touch himself, and I wonder if there’s a certain rhythm to it. A tempo they prefer and a pace they like best.
“How long does it take you to come?” I ask.
“Depends if I’m doing math in my head to keep from blowing a load.” His throat bobs around a swallow. “Watching you touch yourself did a number on me, and I’m not too proud to admit it turned me the fuck on. I’m not going to last long.”
“You like watching?”
“Yeah. More than touching sometimes.” Liam’s eyes lock on mine. He stares at me as he jerks himself off, and I don’t know where to look. I want to see how heavy he is in my palm and how many tugs it would take for him to finish in my hand. Would he like it if I used my mouth? “Think it might just be you I like watching, though.”
His soft admission, whether true or not, encourages me. I grasp the hem of my shirt, pull it over my head, and throw it with the rest of our clothes in the corner of the room. Liam whines when he sees my bare breasts.
“ Piper .” My name comes out like a moan. A plea and barely above a gasp. His Adam’s apple works as he drops his head back and grunts. “You don’t have to.”
“Look at me, Liam.” His neck jerks forward and his eyes snap open. His attention moves to my chest when I press my breasts together, kneading the soft flesh. “I want to.”
“Oh, fuck .”
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
“I thought about you in the shower the other night,” he rasps, and it comes out slurred. Like he’s a little tipsy and drunk on the sight of me. “The real thing is so much better.”
I’ve thought about him too.
More than I should, probably, because we’re friends , but I can’t help it.
I’ve thought about big hands looping under my thighs and dragging me to the end of the bed. Fingers that push inside me, stretching me, followed by his thick cock. Both of us tumbling toward nirvana together, a mess of exhausted breaths.
“What can I do to help you? Do you want me to talk you through it? Stay quiet? Should I touch myself somewhere else?”
He shakes his head. The vein in his forearm pops under the tattoo of a bird. Sweat rolls down his neck and lands in the hollow of his throat. I have the urge to lick it away. “This is enough.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. This is perfect. I’m serious when I say I’m not going to last long.”
I’ve never been perfect or enough a day in my life. I smile, dizzy from his attention and the intimacy shrouding the room.
“That’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten. Almost as big as you. God . Look at you. You’re going to fuck me with that thing? I’m going straight to the stars.”
His laugh is muffled by a ragged groan. His strokes turn rough and uncoordinated as his control slips out of reach. Liam stares at me the whole time, his gaze full of want and desire, and I’m learning this is how I should be looked at in the bedroom. Not like I’m asking for too much or being a bother.
“I’m close,” he grits out, and I watch his hand.
“You like to grip it tight?” I ask, and he nods. “You go all the way down and twist at the top. What about the head?”
“It all feels fucking good.” He squeezes his eyes shut. His shoulders tense and his hand moves faster and faster, desperate for his own pleasure. “ Fuck , Piper. I’m going to come.”
“My chest,” I tell him. “You can use me.”
“Sit on your ass.”
I hurry to get in position, not wanting to miss a goddamn thing.
Seconds later, his warm release lands on my breasts. He groans, loud and low. His movements slowly cease until he has nothing left inside of him. When he finishes, he takes a deep breath and almost falls over.
“Wow.” I drag my fingers through his cum. I’ve felt the substance before, obviously, but never like this . Never in a spot so visible, like I’m being marked. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Was it?” Liam uses his thumb to spread his cum across my chest. He circles my nipples and paints my skin a shade it’s never been before. “Goddamn. I did make a mess of you. You look perfect.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Now I’m imagining you with cum on your face. Down your throat and on your ass.”
My heart races in my chest imagining those things too. “Where do you usually finish?”
“On my stomach in my bed with a washcloth beside me.”
“That doesn’t sound sexy at all.”
“Trust me, it’s not.”
“What about when you’re with a woman?”
“C’mon, Pipsqueak. My memory isn’t that good.” He winces as he tugs on his softening cock one more time. “In a condom, I guess. Finishing on someone’s tits definitely warrants a conversation prior to doing it. Imagine if I didn’t give you any warning about what was about to happen.”
“I probably would’ve dropkicked you.”
“And it would’ve been deserved.”
“You can clean up first.” I gesture to the door on his right. “The bathroom is through there.”
I watch Liam waddle away, pants shoved past his knees and his sculpted ass gloriously on display. When the door shuts, I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. My heart races, and I grin at how the night has gone.
Heat rises on my skin when I touch my chest again, the reminder of him still on my breasts.
I never thought the male orgasm could be attractive. Steven would lie there. Make a noise or two, jerk a few times, and finish.
But Liam?
Liam is a work of art.
I’m committing the ways he moved his hands to memory, wanting to try them myself the next time we’re together. I’m trying to remember the grunts he made so I can know if what I’m doing to him is working.
The door to my bathroom opens and snaps me out of my trance. Liam’s pants are back in place, and he looks more put together than he did a few minutes ago.
“Your faucet leaks,” he says.
“It does. I’ve been meaning to get maintenance in here to fix it, but I keep forgetting.”
“I’ll bring some tools next time I’m over.”
“You know how to fix a faucet?”
“No, but YouTube does.”
I laugh. “Sounds like I might end up with a flooded bathroom.”
He holds up a washcloth. “Brought you something to clean up.”
“Thank you.” I reach out to take the damp rag, but he doesn’t hand it over. “I can?—”
The mattress dips under his weight. He wrings out the cloth and water rolls over my breasts. “I like this part. The caretaking.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’ve always liked making sure people are okay.”
“You hate people.”
“Not everyone.” He looks at me. “I tolerate some.”
“Ah.” I giggle when he gets close to under my arms. “Guess I’m one of the lucky ones.”
“Ticklish?”
“Very. My feet too. Touch them and I’ll scream.”
“Noted.” Liam moves the rag away and bends down to grab my shirt. “I think you’re all set.”
“Thank you.” I slip the clothing over my head and fix my shorts. “Are you heading out?”
“Do you want me to head out?”
I glance at my bed with longing.
I’m aching to be hugged. To be shown nonsexual physical affection after doing deeply intimate things.
It sounds silly and cheesy and—god forbid—romantic—but I’ve always been happiest when I’m holding someone’s hand. When their arms are around me. The touches ground me. They calm the worries I have about asking for too much.
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
“Piper. What did we talk about with communication?”
“That I need to do it.” I sigh. “Do you think you could stay for a few minutes? Maybe lie with me?”
“That wasn’t hard, was it?”
“Debatable. My palms are sweating.”
Liam lifts my hands and wipes them with the clean corner of the washcloth. “All better.”
Emotions hit me all at once, and I have the urge to cry.
Between the outstanding orgasms and feeling sated in a way I’ve never experienced, the adrenaline of watching Liam, and the anticipation about what’s going to happen the next time we’re together…
Everything is swirling in my head, and I need a second.
I wipe under my eyes. “Sorry. I’m making this weird.”
“I told you sex is emotional.” He lifts his chin toward the pillows. “Get comfortable.”
I lay on my side and stare at the wall. The duvet cover rustles behind me and then Liam is wrapping his arms around my waist. Pulling me close to his chest and breathing warm air against my neck.
“Is it normal to ask someone to hang out after you hook up with them?”
“Personal preference. Some people can’t wait to leave. Others need a little more time. There’s no right or wrong answer.”
“Good to know.” I sigh and relax into him. “Are you doing anything fun this weekend?”
“No. We have four games over the next seven days, so any chance I can sit around and relax, I will.”
“Any plans for Thanksgiving?”
“Hoping the DC Titans can keep their perfect season—and my fantasy football team—alive. I’ll watch the game. That’s about it.”
I spin in his hold, wanting to see him while we talk. “Are all professional athletes friends with each other? Is there some cool club you’re a part of where you need a password to enter? Something like, douche canoe ? Or big bucks millionaires ?”
His laugh shakes my chest. “Shockingly, no. Some of us share the same agent. A lot of people run in the same circles. I try to be cordial enough with everyone I meet, but I’m not buddies with them. I did go to college with Colton Clark who plays basketball in Orlando.”
“That guy is a phenom.”
“No kidding. He’s younger than me, but we’ve done a few promo things for the school.”
“Who’s the most famous person you have in your phone?”
“You think very highly of me. I told you I’m boring, Piper.”
“Come on. There has to be someone impressive.”
“I might have Ella Wright’s number. Or, her publicist’s number, at least. Maybe I deleted it.”
“You’ve talked to the world’s biggest pop star? How ?”
“Charity event a couple years ago. Nice woman. Catchy music, too.”
“And here I was thinking I was cool because you and I have texted a few times. Then you go and one-up me with the biggest flex of all time.” I huff. “Let me go back into my hole of being a nobody.”
“You’re very cool, Blondie. And definitely a somebody.”
“You changed nicknames on me.” I touch his chest and trace the outline of his muscles. “What happened to Pipsqueak?”
“Dunno.” Liam shrugs and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I don’t want you to think I’m insulting your size or calling you meek. Figured I could switch it up.”
“If you were five-foot-six with a small dick, I’d probably be offended. Given you’re a giant with a massive cock, I’ll allow it.”
He bursts out laughing, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I want to bottle it up so I can listen to it again. I want to tell him all the jokes in the world so I can see his mouth split into a wide grin.
“Wow. That made my whole day.”
“More than the orgasm?”
“It’s pretty close.”
“I didn’t know complimenting your dick would be a game changer, but I’m glad I could help.”
“It’s not about complimenting my dick. Which, thank you, by the way.” He pulls back a bit and takes my chin between his fingers. “It’s because you’re getting more sure of yourself. Two weeks ago, you wouldn’t have said that to me. Now look at you: you’re a dick stroker.”
“If only. Someone won’t let me stroke anything yet.”
“What was that saying about patience being a virtue you mentioned earlier?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Am I taking up too much of your time? Pico must miss you.”
“Doubt it. I bet he’s grateful to get rid of me.”
“No way. You’re probably the best cat dad out there.”
“The highest accolade I could have, to be honest. Fuck the Stanley Cup.”
A yawn escapes me. “I’m going to close my eyes. You wore me out.”
Liam rests his hand on my hip and squeezes. “Sweet dreams, Piper.”
My muscles relax and my limbs get heavy. Sleep threatens to overtake me, and just as I’m slipping into unconsciousness, I dream Liam kisses my forehead.