Playing Games

by Jill Myles

  Liam's tongue brushed over my nipple, swirling, and then I felt the flick of metal against it. I gasped as he rolled my nipple against the piercing.

  He looked up at my response, looking pleased with myself. "Do you like that?"

  I blinked rapidly, dazed. "How can I not?"

  He shrugged, then pressed kisses over my chest, moving over to my other breast. "You'd have to tell me if you didn't like it."

  I gave a low moan as his mouth captured my other nipple. "And what would you do if I asked you to stop?"

  He bit my nipple lightly, which made a jolt shudder through my body all over again. "I'd be very, very disappointed."

  "Oh?" My voice sounded wavery.

  "Yeah," he said softly. "And then I'd just go south." And he began to kiss lower.

  My stomach quivered as his mouth moved over it. He slid to my belly button, and his tongue - and piercing - dipped there. I moaned again, wriggling a little against him. My hands moved over his shoulders, touching and kneading those tattooed muscles as if unable to stop touching him, exploring him even as he explored me.

  "I'd continue south," he told me in that soft voice, "until you told me to stop, of course."

  And his mouth rested just above my sex.

  A shiver of anticipation racked through me, and my hips flexed, as if begging for him to go lower. But he didn't, and I whimpered, not wanting to shove his head down to the vee of my sex…but not wanting him to abandon that area, either.

  "What do you want, Katy?" He concentrated on my flat lower stomach, and kissed the soft skin there.

  "I want you, Liam," I breathed.

  "Do you want my mouth on you?"

  The words left my throat, and I nodded, unable to speak.

  That seemed to be fine with him, because his hand stroked along the inside of my thigh, coaxing it open. My knees fell apart, and he shifted a bit lower, his shoulders settling in between my legs. He appeared to be concentrating very intently on his exploration of me.

  One finger brushed down the seam of my sex, and I let out a shuddering gasp at the simple touch, shocked at the bluntness of it - and how very wet I was.

  Liam seemed surprised by it too, and raised the finger to his mouth, then sucked the moisture off of it. He seemed pleased by the taste of me, and leaned in for another taste.

  I moaned again at the feel of his fingers parting my flesh, and then the first lick of his tongue against my heat. He started out small; light, inquisitive flicks of the tip of his tongue against my flesh, exploring me and tasting me. My fingers clutched at his shoulders, squeezing repeatedly, unable to do more than just that as he leisurely explored my sex with his tongue. When he hit upon my clit with his tongue, I sucked in a harsh breath, my body tensing.

  He paused at that, as if considering, and then stroked his tongue over me again. This time, I felt the ball of his tongue piercing against it. A low sob of delight escaped my throat, and my hips jerked in response.

  I heard his low chuckle, and then he wrapped an arm around my thigh, pinning me, and began to lick me in earnest.

  I thought I'd had oral sex before? I hadn't seen anything yet. Over and over, Liam licked the hell out of me, working that piercing against my clit, stroking with his tongue and then rolling that metal ball against it in a motion that I came to crave even as it drove me wild. After a few minutes of this, he began to speed up, and my hips began to move with his mouth, slow, sensual flicks of my body that followed his tongue, increasing my pleasure.

  And the moans coming from my throat? Were unearthly. I wasn't able to keep quiet; I didn't care who heard me. Liam's mouth felt too good, and I was too lost in the pleasure of it.

  He sucked, then, hard; my clit pressed up against that metal ball of his tongue stud, and the twin reactions made me shatter into a million pieces. A small scream erupted from my throat, and I quivered all over, shuddering with my release. He continued to suck and press his tongue against my clit, milking every moment of my orgasm, and I writhed against him, clawing at his shoulders. "Liam," I panted. "Oh god, oh god. You can move your mouth now. I…oh god." My words trailed off into a low moan as the orgasm continued to ripple through me for long moments. I was lost in the wash of it.

  His mouth lifted, and he gave a low laugh. "Katy, shhh."

  I moaned, shaking my head. "Liam—"

  He slid up the bed and began to kiss me again, chuckling once more. "You're loud enough that everyone's going to hear you yelling my name."

  I began to kiss him back fiercely, tasting my own release on his mouth. I didn't care. I felt way too good - and way too aroused - to care. I slid my tongue against his, flicking it, even as I reached between us and grasped his cock through the thin material of his boxers.

  This time, the low groan that split the air was his.

  "Liam," I breathed against his mouth. My hand gave his cock a stroke through the fabric. "Do I get to explore you, now?"

  "I didn't get to finish you," he told me with a groan, and then his lips were desperately kissing mine. Between kisses, he added, "Never even touched your legs."

  "They're short," I told him, and stroked his cock again, my grip resting at the thick root of him. "You're not missing much."

  "I don't know," he groaned against my ear, eyes closed tight as I stroked him again. "They'll probably look pretty good on my shoulders."

  Just that mental image made me wet all over again, and I moaned, kissing him again. My mouth slid to his neck, and I spotted one of his tattoos and began to lick the flesh there, fascinated by it.

  He groaned, his arm looping around my back and holding me to him. "God, you're good at that."

  I gave his cock another stroke with my hand, pleased at his words. My tongue danced along that tattoo, and then I licked and sucked at the skin there, liking the mark I left on his skin. It wouldn't be apparent because of the tattoo, but if you looked closely enough, you'd see it. And that made me hot all over again. I left him another, just because I liked the look of it.

  He moved back over me, hips sliding between mine, and we began to kiss again. His mouth pressed against mine, hot, hard and desperate with need. My hand on his cock was trapped between us, and it rubbed against my flesh as he ground his hips against me.

  "Why don't you remove my boxers?" He told me, licking against my lips.

  I did, but not before tracing the head with my fingers…and stopped.

  He was pierced there, too. Two balls, one atop the head, and one underneath.

  I gasped at the sight. He’d told me about it, but I’d been unable to picture it. Seeing it, I gave the head of his cock another rub, checking things out. I traced him with my fingers, marveling at the stud there. "You really do like piercings."

  "I really do," he said, and sucked on my lower lip. "I bet you'll like it, too."

  Mmm, I just bet I would. When his hips rolled against mine again, I slid my hand away, moving to his backside. I cupped his tight ass through his boxers and ground my hips against his cock, loving the friction of his flesh against mine, separated only by a thin layer of cotton.

  He pumped against me again, the hard bar of his cock sliding along the vee of my sex. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed against him, need still boiling through me, wanting more.

  "Lose these," I told him, tugging at the waist of the boxers. "Want to feel you against me."

  "I can do that," he murmured against my mouth before kissing me again. The angle of his body shifted, and then The boxers slid to the floor. I linked my legs behind his back again, and this time, when he slid along the hot vee of my sex, I was able to feel every inch of him.

  It was heaven. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, clinging to his body. "Oh god, you feel really good."

  "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.

  We'd stopped to snag cups of coffee and headed back out to the dock at Alexandria, where the starting mat was. It overlooked the harbor, and I stared down at it, feeling the air ruffle my hair as we waited for the clock to tick down to our start time. "Who do you suppose got booted?" I asked Liam.

  He thought for a moment. "Joel and Derron, I think. They were big guys and I'm betting one of them had trouble with the pyramids, too. Those were some cramped spaces."

  I shuddered at the memory.

  "Two seventeen am," an assistant announced, and tapped a watch. On cue, our cameraman hovered, light shining in our faces. A local came forward, camel reins in one hand (nice touch there, World Games) and our disk in his other.

  "Thank you," I murmured to him and took the disk with a small smile. As was our usual, I turned it over and Liam read over my shoulder. "Make your way to Canakkale, Turkey. There, look for the marked car lot at…." I wrinkled my nose at the unpronounceable street name, and then skipped it. "You will find five marked vehicles and your next destination. You have one hund
red and ninety-eight dollars for this leg of your journey." I looked up at Liam. "Is it just me, or are they giving us a lot of money?"

  "How so?" He took the disk from me and pulled off his backpack to slip it in.

  I thought back to the prior seasons I’d watched, frowning. "I don't know. I just seem to recall that on a lot of the shows, no one ever got much money for each leg of the journey."

  "Maybe we're going to expensive places," Liam suggested.

  Or maybe they want us to keep getting hotel rooms, I thought, but didn't say it aloud. That was just Cranky Katy being cynical all over again, no doubt. I'd keep my suspicions to myself.

  Plus, I liked getting a hotel room with Liam. It was kind of a win-win as far as I was concerned. I just hoped my parents didn't watch our season of The World Races. Ugh. I tried not to think about that. The last thing I wanted was my parents to see me hook up with a rock star while in a game.

  ~~ * * * ~~

  Once we arrived at the marked car lot, I counted the marked cars that were left. All five. "We're still in the lead," I told Liam. "But we shouldn't be." All five teams that were left had been on the same flight, though separated into different parts of the plane. Liam and I had snagged two seats in the very front, while Brodie and Tesla had been in the back of the plane. Too bad for them. The Olympians - Summer and Polly - and Joel and Derron sat together on one row. They put their heads together and I knew they were plotting on how to overtake the lead. It worried me a little…until Dean and Abby got the seats behind us. Seeing them made me feel better, and we'd planned on following each other out to the next destination so we could tackle our tasks together.

  But at the airport? We'd gotten separated when our cab driver had stopped for gas and we'd had no way to flag down Dean and Abby and let them know. They'd zoomed on past while we'd waited at the gas station, and I'd felt first place slip away. Liam hadn't been concerned, though. He'd only squeezed my hand and then pulled me in for a long kiss while our driver went in to pay.