36. Piper
THIRTY-SIX
PIPER
“Thank you?” I repeat, and Liam nods. “What am I saying thank you for?”
“For giving you the best fuck of your life.” His warm palms slip under the front of my sweater and move from my stomach to my chest. Fingers pull down the cups of my bra and pinch my nipples, twisting them in the way I like. My soul leaves my body when he gives me a devastating grin. “I want everybody to know who makes you feel good. Who makes you feel better than he ever did.”
I know exactly which he he’s talking about.
Liam doesn’t bother to hide his disdain, and something about his vicious tone turns me on. Maybe it’s the lilt of possessiveness coating the word or the way he pinches my nipples again, harder this time, like he’s trying to tether himself to me.
“You wouldn’t be mad if he saw a video of us having sex, would you?”
“Of course I wouldn’t. I’d be fucking proud.” He pushes my sweater up to my chin, exposing my chest to the cool apartment air. “ Fuck , Piper. Now I want it even more.”
God , I like hearing that.
It makes me feel wanted in a way I never have before. I don’t care if it’s about revenge or some dick measuring contest: Liam wants to be on camera with me .
“Where should we do it? Here?” My words catch in the back of my throat when he dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth. His tongue circles the pointed peak and I don’t bother to stifle my moan. “Your bedroom?”
“My room. Better lighting.”
“Oh, this is turning into a whole production. Lights. Camera. Action.”
“Nothing about it is going to be fake, though.”
Liam pulls his mouth away from my chest and I squirm in frustration. I’ve been worked up all night, half distracted through dinner at the thought of seeing him.
The anticipation of sleeping with him again has followed me all week, and no matter how many times I’ve gotten myself off, it’s not the same as being with him.
“I’ve never faked anything with you,” I say.
“I know you haven’t. You’re easy to read, sweetheart.” The outline of his cock strains against his sweatpants as he stands, and my mouth waters at the sight of his hard length. “And, after I’m finished with you tonight, you’ll be able to see how pretty you are when you come.”
I doubt it.
I probably look silly. Like some writhing, desperate mess of a woman who would do anything to be satisfied. I’m nervous to know what I sound like. What facial expressions I make and how my body looks on camera. I’m clueless about angles and poses and the right way to stretch my legs, and I doubt I’m anything more than awkward.
I know Liam is going to make me feel good though, and I want the moment immortalized so I can look at it when our agreement ends. So I can remember what it’s like to be on top of the world, even though I can’t imagine how the next guy could be any better than the man in front of me.
“My phone is in my coat.” I blush and point to the foyer. “Do you want me to get it?”
“I’ll grab it and meet you in the bedroom. Ditch your clothes on the way. I want you naked in my bed before I get there,” Liam says, voice deep and rough. I feel it all over my body, and I blow out a shaky breath as I prepare myself for what’s about to come. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Piper?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and I mean it with every fiber of my being. “Are you?”
“If you want a video of us fucking to look back on, that’s what I want too.” He holds my chin and kisses me. “And what my girl wants, my girl gets.”
My girl .
I melt at the endearment and kiss him back. My tongue brushes against his before he pulls away, his hand untangling from my hair and his cock harder than it was a minute ago. He walks out of the living room and I jump into action, heading for his bedroom as fast as I can.
I pull off my clothes along the way. My stockings end up in the hallway. My sweater lands on a doorknob. My skirt gets tossed on his dresser and knocks over a bobblehead of Maverick from a fan appreciation night two seasons ago.
My bra and underwear come off more slowly. I take my time setting them aside then move to the bed, scooting over the covers and relaxing against the pillows. The patterned fabric smells like me, and I smile as I tip my knees open wide, waiting for Liam to appear.
I don’t have to wait long.
Seconds later he’s in the doorway, his shoulders wide and his hair mussed up around his ears. His eyes meet mine before raking over my body, a slow and purposeful scan that has me clutching the sheets. Curling my toes and sucking in a lungful of air before I combust.
“Find it?” I ask breathlessly, and he holds up my phone. “My password is 9367.”
“Any significance behind that?” He palms his hard-on and adjusts himself over the front of his sweatpants. “Or just a bunch of random numbers?”
“Random numbers.” I tilt my head to the side, watching him. “Does your password have any significance?”
“Yes.” Liam walks toward me and pulls off his shirt. The threadbare cotton joins the pile with my underwear, and I drink in his sharp chest and stomach muscles when his torso is bare. “0807.”
“Wonder what that means.”
“Maybe one day you’ll find out.”
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of his pants and holds my phone in his other hand. He wastes no time, shimmying them down his thighs until he’s left in a pair of black briefs, his glorious body on display.
Liam is so beautiful. Manly and rugged with his beard and his bruises and battle wounds from the ice, yes. But the softer, more secretive parts are what attract me the most.
Like the way the right side of his mouth always lifts higher than his left when he’s smiling. The small scar from his appendix surgery and how his shoulders shake when he laughs. I want to remember them all.
After Spain, there won’t be an excuse for me to gawk at him.
I won’t be able to thread my fingers in his hair and tug when he brings me close to an orgasm.
I won’t be able to admire his ass when he walks from the bed to the bathroom to clean up.
He’ll go back to being Liam and I’ll go back to being Piper, two people whose paths won’t ever cross in this way again.
I’d love to consider a world where we’re together. Boyfriend and girlfriend and a real couple. But we want different things.
I’m becoming more sure of myself. Confident in a way I wasn’t six months ago. I know I want to find a partner and I know I want to be loved wholly. Completely. To the point of obsession.
Liam doesn’t want a distraction. Until he retires, the only thing he loves wholly is hockey, and it’s a shame.
We could’ve been good, I think. We work well as friends. We work well in the bedroom. We work well doing domestic things like cooking dinner and watching TV, but it’s not meant to be.
And fuck that makes me want him even more tonight.
“Come here,” I say, reaching for him.
Liam closes the distance between us in two long strides. He climbs on the bed, scooping up my phone and straddling me on his hands and knees. I kiss him, savoring the hint of peppermint on his tongue left behind from his nightly tea.
“Gonna hit record,” he says against my mouth, and I nod, some feeble show of granting permission.
He moves away from my lips before I can sink into the taste of him. He works his way down my body, kissing and licking every curve of my chest and every valley and plane of my stomach. Further down he goes, until he’s flat on his stomach on the mattress, his head between my legs and a hungry look in his eyes.
“Fuck,” I whisper, every other word in my vocabulary disintegrating to ash when he brings the phone next to his cheek. A thick finger runs through my entrance, and I can tell from his hum of approval I’m already wet. “ Liam .”
“Look at you saying my name for the camera.” His pointer finger pushes inside me without warning and I hiss, the sting brief and fleeting as it turns to exquisite pleasure. “Such a good girl for me, Piper.”
It takes all of my energy to hold myself up on my elbows and watch him record me. The camera is obscenely close to the spot between my legs, and it’s the most intimate experience I’ve had with a man. There are no nerves, though. No hesitations and no worries that I might not be sexy enough.
The only thing that’s left is pure, unrelenting bursts of sensation that start at the base of my spine as he adds a second finger and then a third, a gentle you can take it, baby followed by there you go slipping from his lips as my legs drop open and I lift my hips, making space for him.
I’ve always thrived on praise.
I’ve always performed better when I know I’m doing a good job, but admiration from Liam elevates me to a different stratosphere. It has me smiling from ear to ear. Digging my nails into his shoulder and scratching his skin. Desperate to touch him, to make him feel just as good as he’s making me feel.
“I’ve always thought I wasn’t able to come during sex. I could never f-find a release from someone else no matter how hard I tried.” I gasp when he curls his fingers and kisses the inside of my thigh, sharp teeth gently sinking into the soft part of my flesh. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know it’s not me. It was him.”
Like before, neither of us needs to clarify because we know exactly who I’m referring to.
“You’ve always had it in you, Piper.” Liam licks a hot swipe over my entrance. His tongue moves to my clit, circling as his fingers work in and out of me at the same time, and I groan. “You just needed someone who could help you find it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, the first wave of satisfaction within reach. “How do I—do I look okay?”
“You look absolutely fucking perfect. Now come for the camera, Sunshine, so you can see how well you take my fingers.”
It takes another minute or two and then my orgasm grips me. I cry out, swept away by the intense relief. I fall back, my head landing in the cloud of pillows as I grip the sheets and ride the high for as long as I can.
I lift my hips, greedy and desperate, wanting more from him. His laugh is a comfort, bright and bold and proud as he kisses my knee then my hip, slowing his fingers until I have nothing left to give.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, sitting up and reaching his hand my way. “Open your mouth and suck, Piper.”
My lips part and he presses two fingers on the tip of my tongue. I close my mouth, tasting myself on his digits, and I notice he’s still holding the camera, still filming, and a soft moan works out of me.
I wrap my fingers around his wrist and pull off him with a pop . His eyes are hooded, glazed over as he stares at me with so much heat and lust I’m questioning how I’m not scorched to death.
“What now?” I ask, touching his cheek and smiling when he turns his head to kiss the center of my palm.
“You know what now.”
Liam climbs off the mattress and shuffles to his bedside table. His muscles flex as he unplugs the lamp and drags the nightstand away from its original spot. He sets the camera against a stack of books, the lens facing the bed, and I take a deep breath.
“How do you want to do it tonight?” I ask when he turns to face me.
“This is for you, Piper.” He steps out of his briefs, cock bobbing free. “What do you want?”
“I want to try being on top.” I bite my bottom lip, dropping my hand between my legs. My thighs are slick with my arousal, and I drag my finger through the wetness. “I think I’ll like how that feels.”
“That sounds good to me.” Liam strokes his length then sits on the edge of the bed. He swings his legs over, reaching for me and pulling me into his body. “God. I can’t believe I get to do this with you.”
“You’re telling me.” I run my hands over his chest and kiss the scruff of his beard. “Not sure how I bagged a hot NHL goalie, but I’m definitely not complaining.”
He grabs a condom from the box on the other nightstand and rips open the foil packet. “You think I’m hot?”
“Nope. I misspoke. I was talking about someone else.”
“Thought so.”
He rolls the latex over his hard cock and throws the wrapper to the side. Liam lies on his back and holds out his arm, reaching for me. I intertwine our fingers and throw a leg on either side of his hips.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi,” he answers, palm resting on the back of my neck. “Doing okay?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m ready.”
“We’ll go slow. If you want to stop, you tell me.”
“I’m not going to want to stop, Liam.” I lower myself down on him until his cock presses inside me. His head drops back and he groans. Confidence radiates through me. I’m fearless. Determined. Sure of exactly what I want. “Not until I take every inch of you.”