Playing Games
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"Katy," he breathed, and pushed a little deeper, until his cock was separating the lips of my sex and sliding between them. The head butted against my clit, and I felt the rub of that piercing.
A shuddering gasp escaped my throat.
"Need to get the condoms,” Liam told me, his voice tight.
I slicked my tongue over his mouth, pumping my hips against his. "Then get them."
He chuckled. "You've got to let me go, first." And his hand slid along one of my legs that were locked at his waist.
I gave a mock pout and released him. "Hurry back."
"Oh, I plan on it." He bounded off the bed and moved to the small bag, tearing open the box he'd bought. I watched him from the bed, all hot and bothered, admiring his naked ass (no tattoos there) and the small dual dimples at his lower back, his lanky shoulders that seemed to form a large triangle. He turned back to me a moment later, condom rolled on, his cock jutting…and bright purple.
I giggled. I couldn't help it. "Nice…color?"
"Yeah, yeah." He climbed back into bed and on top of me. "They only had colored condoms in the gift shop. I'm saving pink for a reward for later."
I threw back my head and laughed, picturing that.
Immediately, Liam began to kiss my exposed neck. "You shouldn't laugh at a man's cock. It doesn't do wonders for his ego."
"Your cock is just fine," I told him, dragging my fingers through his silky black hair as he pressed hot kisses on my neck. "And it feels great so far."
"Flatterer," he murmured against my collarbone, then slid his cock along my sex once more, lubricating it with my wet flesh.
I moaned at the feel of him sliding against me. "Whatever it takes to get you inside."
In response to that, he poised his cock at my entrance, and then pushed deep. And then held there.
I sucked in a breath, my eyes going wide as I tried to process the sensation. Liam felt large inside me, thick and delicious, but the thing that had made me breathless? The rub of that piercing, even through the condom. That odd, strange stud that had rubbed along my walls as he pushed his way in….and had nearly driven me out of my mind.
"You okay?"
I nodded, clinging to his shoulders. "Do it again?"
He pulled back, and then thrust slowly, watching my face. Then, his hips began to make small rocking motions, back and forth, inside me. Short, fluid little thrusts designed to rub that piercing.
I moaned and wrapped my legs around him, raising my hips with his movements. "Oh god, that's good. Oh, god."
He chuckled at my reaction and leaned in to kiss me again, hips continuing to rock against my own short, jerky movements. "It's called an apadravya."
I bit my lip to bite back the rather animalistic groan rising in my throat Was apadravya a foreign word for drive you fucking mad with pleasure? Because it was. Every stroke of his cock inside me was just a little bit wilder than I was used to, and that strange little piercing rubbing against me was driving me wild. I dug my fingers into his back and began to raise my hips harder, encouraging his strokes to become rougher. "More."
Liam pulled back and thrust into me so hard that the entire bed bounced.
I screamed. Oh damn, yes. I threw my head back and gave myself over to the sensation, eyes closing. There was nothing but Liam's body rocking over mine, his cock thrusting deep inside me in rough, hard motions that I loved, and that infernal piercing that I wanted to claw out of his body and rub up against at exactly the same time.
"No," he said softly, and grabbed my hand. "Look at me, Katy. I like it when you look at me." He pressed my hand back over my head, pinning me to the bed and pinning me against him.
Like I was going anywhere? Not when this felt so incredible. I opened my eyes and watched him as he thrust into me again, concentration and intensity in his dark eyes. It felt incredibly intimate, feeling him thrust into me while I stared up at him, his mouth hovering inches from my own.
And as he pressed my hand to the bed, his fingers jerked in a strange motion, and I realized he was trying to tap out a frantic beat on my hand. Our rhythm in the bed had inspired him, maybe. Or maybe he could never get away from the music, but the intensity in his eyes was making me lose what little control I had.
I felt the tension rising in my calves, and gave a loud whimper as I felt my body start to lock up with pleasure. The next orgasm was cresting fast, and I didn't want this to be over. I clenched my internal muscles around him, trying to fight the sensation, to extend this crazy pleasure just a bit longer.
He bit out a curse and slammed into me, harder, as if surprised by my response.
And then I lost any hope of control. I cried his name out again, and my release flooded through me like a tidal wave.
Liam thrust into me again, hard, and those fingers pressed down as if in an intense cord, his face tightening, eyes closing, and I realized he was coming, too. I watched him as he did, awed by the expression on his face. For a moment there, it almost looked like it had when he'd been doing the guitar solo in the video.
And I couldn't help it - I giggled at that thought.
His eyes flew open, and a sated half-grin curved his mouth. "What?" he panted.
I ran my hand down his sweaty chest, still feeling the aftershocks of our lovemaking even as he relaxed against me. "I was just thinking that your o-face looks the same as your guitar solo face."
Liam snorted and rolled to the side of me, pulling off the condom. He tossed it into the nearby garbage and then cleaned off with a towel he'd brought, then dragged me against him. "Anyone ever tell you that you need to quit laughing at a guy when he's coming inside you?"
"Nope," I said smugly, and then teased him. "Usually they're thinking, 'holy shit, Katy, that was amazing.'"
"It was," he said, and kissed my shoulder.
And really, how could I refute such a sweet thing? I curled up against him, enjoying the feel of his naked flesh against mine. God, he felt good against me.
He pressed another kiss to my neck. "You got quiet. Thinking about the race?"
"I haven't thought about the race in at least a half an hour," I told him lazily. "Though I guess we should be spending this time planning."
"I've got a plan," Liam said, pressing his mouth to the soft skin on my arm. "I figure we have at least one more round we can squeeze in, as long as you let me get my stamina back. Then, we shower. Then, we sleep for a few hours before returning to the starting line. And that's about as far as my plan goes."
As plans went, it was an excellent one. "I like the way you think." I ran my hand along his arm. "Plus, this gives me the chance to see how you look in pink."
"I aim to please."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What did Katy and I do last night? None of your business. Turn off that camera." — Liam Brogan, Turkey Leg of The World Races
We had to leave for the finish line in the middle of the night. It sucked, but my internal clock was so incredibly messed up from bouncing around Europe that I probably would have been tired no matter what time we left. Holding Liam's hand and sneaking kisses when we thought the cameras weren't looking, though? Kinda helped my mood and I didn't mind that it was two in the morning, local time.
A shuddering gasp escaped my throat.
"Need to get the condoms,” Liam told me, his voice tight.
I slicked my tongue over his mouth, pumping my hips against his. "Then get them."
He chuckled. "You've got to let me go, first." And his hand slid along one of my legs that were locked at his waist.
I gave a mock pout and released him. "Hurry back."
"Oh, I plan on it." He bounded off the bed and moved to the small bag, tearing open the box he'd bought. I watched him from the bed, all hot and bothered, admiring his naked ass (no tattoos there) and the small dual dimples at his lower back, his lanky shoulders that seemed to form a large triangle. He turned back to me a moment later, condom rolled on, his cock jutting…and bright purple.
I giggled. I couldn't help it. "Nice…color?"
"Yeah, yeah." He climbed back into bed and on top of me. "They only had colored condoms in the gift shop. I'm saving pink for a reward for later."
I threw back my head and laughed, picturing that.
Immediately, Liam began to kiss my exposed neck. "You shouldn't laugh at a man's cock. It doesn't do wonders for his ego."
"Your cock is just fine," I told him, dragging my fingers through his silky black hair as he pressed hot kisses on my neck. "And it feels great so far."
"Flatterer," he murmured against my collarbone, then slid his cock along my sex once more, lubricating it with my wet flesh.
I moaned at the feel of him sliding against me. "Whatever it takes to get you inside."
In response to that, he poised his cock at my entrance, and then pushed deep. And then held there.
I sucked in a breath, my eyes going wide as I tried to process the sensation. Liam felt large inside me, thick and delicious, but the thing that had made me breathless? The rub of that piercing, even through the condom. That odd, strange stud that had rubbed along my walls as he pushed his way in….and had nearly driven me out of my mind.
"You okay?"
I nodded, clinging to his shoulders. "Do it again?"
He pulled back, and then thrust slowly, watching my face. Then, his hips began to make small rocking motions, back and forth, inside me. Short, fluid little thrusts designed to rub that piercing.
I moaned and wrapped my legs around him, raising my hips with his movements. "Oh god, that's good. Oh, god."
He chuckled at my reaction and leaned in to kiss me again, hips continuing to rock against my own short, jerky movements. "It's called an apadravya."
I bit my lip to bite back the rather animalistic groan rising in my throat Was apadravya a foreign word for drive you fucking mad with pleasure? Because it was. Every stroke of his cock inside me was just a little bit wilder than I was used to, and that strange little piercing rubbing against me was driving me wild. I dug my fingers into his back and began to raise my hips harder, encouraging his strokes to become rougher. "More."
Liam pulled back and thrust into me so hard that the entire bed bounced.
I screamed. Oh damn, yes. I threw my head back and gave myself over to the sensation, eyes closing. There was nothing but Liam's body rocking over mine, his cock thrusting deep inside me in rough, hard motions that I loved, and that infernal piercing that I wanted to claw out of his body and rub up against at exactly the same time.
"No," he said softly, and grabbed my hand. "Look at me, Katy. I like it when you look at me." He pressed my hand back over my head, pinning me to the bed and pinning me against him.
Like I was going anywhere? Not when this felt so incredible. I opened my eyes and watched him as he thrust into me again, concentration and intensity in his dark eyes. It felt incredibly intimate, feeling him thrust into me while I stared up at him, his mouth hovering inches from my own.
And as he pressed my hand to the bed, his fingers jerked in a strange motion, and I realized he was trying to tap out a frantic beat on my hand. Our rhythm in the bed had inspired him, maybe. Or maybe he could never get away from the music, but the intensity in his eyes was making me lose what little control I had.
I felt the tension rising in my calves, and gave a loud whimper as I felt my body start to lock up with pleasure. The next orgasm was cresting fast, and I didn't want this to be over. I clenched my internal muscles around him, trying to fight the sensation, to extend this crazy pleasure just a bit longer.
He bit out a curse and slammed into me, harder, as if surprised by my response.
And then I lost any hope of control. I cried his name out again, and my release flooded through me like a tidal wave.
Liam thrust into me again, hard, and those fingers pressed down as if in an intense cord, his face tightening, eyes closing, and I realized he was coming, too. I watched him as he did, awed by the expression on his face. For a moment there, it almost looked like it had when he'd been doing the guitar solo in the video.
And I couldn't help it - I giggled at that thought.
His eyes flew open, and a sated half-grin curved his mouth. "What?" he panted.
I ran my hand down his sweaty chest, still feeling the aftershocks of our lovemaking even as he relaxed against me. "I was just thinking that your o-face looks the same as your guitar solo face."
Liam snorted and rolled to the side of me, pulling off the condom. He tossed it into the nearby garbage and then cleaned off with a towel he'd brought, then dragged me against him. "Anyone ever tell you that you need to quit laughing at a guy when he's coming inside you?"
"Nope," I said smugly, and then teased him. "Usually they're thinking, 'holy shit, Katy, that was amazing.'"
"It was," he said, and kissed my shoulder.
And really, how could I refute such a sweet thing? I curled up against him, enjoying the feel of his naked flesh against mine. God, he felt good against me.
He pressed another kiss to my neck. "You got quiet. Thinking about the race?"
"I haven't thought about the race in at least a half an hour," I told him lazily. "Though I guess we should be spending this time planning."
"I've got a plan," Liam said, pressing his mouth to the soft skin on my arm. "I figure we have at least one more round we can squeeze in, as long as you let me get my stamina back. Then, we shower. Then, we sleep for a few hours before returning to the starting line. And that's about as far as my plan goes."
As plans went, it was an excellent one. "I like the way you think." I ran my hand along his arm. "Plus, this gives me the chance to see how you look in pink."
"I aim to please."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What did Katy and I do last night? None of your business. Turn off that camera." — Liam Brogan, Turkey Leg of The World Races
We had to leave for the finish line in the middle of the night. It sucked, but my internal clock was so incredibly messed up from bouncing around Europe that I probably would have been tired no matter what time we left. Holding Liam's hand and sneaking kisses when we thought the cameras weren't looking, though? Kinda helped my mood and I didn't mind that it was two in the morning, local time.
