Page 11 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER TEN

Daisy

Kieran’s lips are hot against my shoulder, right where I know there’s a shadow of a bruise from the last time I had sex.

His mouth lingers, soft and teasing, before he presses his tongue to my skin, then his teeth. It’s not rough, not yet, but enough to remind me of Blaze.

I freeze for half a second, wondering if he’s going to say something, if the marks bother him. But when I look down, his light blue eyes are staring up at me like I’m the only thing worth seeing. He smirks.

“Pretty baby likes it rough, huh?”

My breath hitches. “You… you don’t mind?”

Kieran shakes his head, shaggy blond hair falling into his face.

“That you have an active sex life? No, baby, I’m not selfish.

” His hand slides over my thigh, warm and steady.

“Have you seen how gorgeous you are? I’m pretty sure people are lining up begging for a chance.

I know I’m lucky you even looked my way. ”

I feel something in my chest unfurl.

“Kieran,” I whisper.

“I am jealous I met you today and not last year. The universe starved me of you, so I will beg before I fuck you. Can you please let me do one thing?”

Then he sucks on the side of my right breast. It makes it hard for me to form coherent thoughts.

“What?” My voice comes out more like a squeak, and his grin turns wicked.

“Eat you out. I need to taste you. Please, baby, I will lick your pussy so good. Let me slide my tongue inside you.”

He says it like a command, not a question, and before I can process it, his hands are on my waist, sliding me down onto the bed. I’m bare beneath him, my clothes long gone, and I should feel shy, but he doesn’t give me time for that.

His mouth is on my hip bone, teeth grazing as he murmurs, “Hold still, baby.”

The nickname sends a shiver through me, and I don’t even try to fight it. His lips trail down, but then I feel something cold—a brush of metal—against my skin as he slides down my body.

I gasp. “Kieran?—”

“Relax.” His voice is low, almost lazy. His hands are firm as he parts my legs wider, tugging me to the edge of the bed.

“Look up,” he says.

“What?”

He nudges my chin. “The mirror, Daisy. Look.”

I blink and tilt my head back, finally noticing the mirror fitted above his bed.

My reflection stares back at me—flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips slightly parted—and below, there’s Kieran. His hands are gripping my thighs like they’re his and his alone, his mouth lowering toward the place I need him most.

“Fuck,” I say.

“Yeah, that’s right.” His voice is smug, and then his tongue is on me.

I arch off the bed instantly, my legs twitching, but his hands hold me steady. “Kieran!”

“Uh-uh. Watch.”

I force my eyes open, and the sight almost undoes me. His head is buried between my thighs, tongue lapping at me like I’m his last meal.

He’s slow at first, deliberate, but then he picks up speed, alternating between soft sucks and teasing flicks.

“God—”

“Not God, baby,” he mutters, his breath warm against me. “Just me.”

I don’t even have the words to argue. My hands grip the sheets, my reflection blurring as heat coils low in my belly. And then he bites—not hard, but enough to make me gasp—right at the edge of my hip.

“Kieran—”

“Yeah?” He glances up, his lips shiny and smirking. “You good?”

I nod frantically, and he chuckles. “Thought so.”

He doesn’t stop, not until my thighs are trembling and I can’t think straight. Then, just when I think I’ve caught my breath, two of his fingers join in, sliding into me like they belong there. He pushes them deeper, then uses his thumb to brush fast circles on my clit.

“Oh my god.”

“There she is,” he murmurs. “Clench around me, baby. Just like that.”

I’m not even sure what I’m doing. My body takes over, and the orgasm hits me so hard I forget my own name.

When I come down, I’m a sweating, boneless mess. Kieran is still there, his tongue sweeping over me like he’s savoring every last bit of me. I push weakly at his head, trying to get him to stop, but he just grins.

“Too much?” he teases.

I glare at him. “You’re… insufferable.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

I can’t argue, not when he looks this smug, his hair a mess, lips swollen, and eyes glowing like he just won the lottery.

It’s only when he finally stands that I notice what had brushed against me earlier. My gaze drops to his cock—impressive, yes, but that’s not what has my attention. It’s the piercing, a small silver barbell right at the tip.

“Holy shit.”

Kieran raises a brow. “Problem?”

I swallow hard. “Does it… hurt?”

“Never. I would never hurt you, Daisy.” His voice is soft now, almost tender, as he reaches for a condom. “You wet enough, baby?”

I nod, though my voice shakes when I say, “Think so.”

“Good.”

He’s careful as he lines up, his hand steady on my hip. When he pushes in, it’s slow at first, giving me time to adjust.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans.

I bite my lip, a soft whimper escaping as he fills me. “Kieran?—”

“Shh. I’ve got you.”

And he does. Every thrust is deliberate, every word he murmurs against my skin pulling me closer to the edge.

His piercing adds another layer to the pleasure, dragging across the most sensitive parts of me—parts I didn’t even know existed before now.

“Kieran… oh god, that’s good,” I gasp, my hips lifting to meet him, begging him to use me harder.

“More?”

“Yes,” I plead, my voice sounding strangled with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me.

He rears back away from me, driving harder within me, his hip bones slamming into mine. His hand comes down to grip my throat just hard enough to make me gasp, and I feel a sharp twist of pleasure jolting through me.

I don’t know how long it lasts. My world narrows to him stretching me, pounding into me, his long fingers gripping my throat. I feel deliciously trapped, unable to escape, not that I want to.

When I finally come again, I scream his name, the sound torn from my body as the orgasm twists through me with almost painful intensity. His hand grips my throat like he’s holding me down as he ruts into me two more times, groaning out his release.

When it’s over, we’re both a mess, tangled in his sheets, breathing hard. Kieran presses a lazy kiss to my temple, his fingers tracing patterns on my thigh.

“You okay?” he asks, voice soft.

I manage a nod, though I’m still catching my breath. “Yeah. You?”

“Better than okay.”

My chest is still heaving as I slump against him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. That coconut scent clings to his skin, sharp and salty, reminding me of tropical vacations and the ocean.

“You sure you’re good?” he whispers, his hand brushing over my back, fingers tracing a lazy line down my spine.

I nod against him, but my legs feel like jelly. “You’ve got too much energy,” I mumble, voice muffled by his shoulder.

He chuckles, low and rough. “Catch your breath. Then we’re doing that again.”

A laugh escapes me, and I swat at his chest weakly. “You’re insatiable.”

He pulls back enough to look at me, those light blue eyes sparkling. “For you? Damn right.”

My face heats, and I’m grateful he doesn’t point it out. Instead, his gaze flicks up to the wall across the room.

“You’re staring,” I say, following his line of sight. “It’s the cameras,” I realize aloud. “You really into photography or something?”

“Yeah,” he says, his hand sliding to my hip. “I’ve been into it since high school. Started with landscapes, then people. I like capturing moments. Honest ones, you know?”

I glance around at the scattered equipment and photos pinned to his walls. “So, what? You’re a professional?”

He shakes his head, lips quirking. “Nah, just a hobby. But I’ve sold a few pieces.”

My fingers drift over the edge of a framed photo on his nightstand—a black-and-white shot of crashing waves. “This one’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” His voice softens, and his hand moves to my hair, twisting a strand of red curls between his fingers. “I’d like to photograph you sometime.”

I snort. “What, like one of your French girls?”

He smirks. “Exactly like that. Naked, sprawled out, looking like sin.”

My laugh dies when his thumb brushes my cheek, his touch unexpectedly tender. “I’m serious, Daisy. You’d be stunning. Priceles s.”

My throat tightens, so I lean forward and press a kiss to his chest, hoping it hides my sudden wave of… whatever this is. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

I hesitate. I hadn’t realized just how damaging Beau’s comment had been up until this very moment, but I can’t tell him that, so I simply say, “For making me feel… irresistible tonight.”

His hand cups my cheek, turning my face up to his. “You don’t need me for that,” he says quietly, and then his mouth is on mine. His kiss is soft at first, his lips moving slowly, but when his tongue dips into my mouth, I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.

“Stay the night,” he murmurs against my lips.

I pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “I don’t have clean clothes here.”

He grins. “I’ll find you something to wear. You’re not leaving.”

His certainty makes my stomach twist, but I nod. He kisses me again, harder this time, and his hand slides down to grab my ass.

“You’re making me hard again,” he mutters, his voice thick.

“I’m so wet for you,” I say, the words tumbling out before I can think about them.

His eyes darken, and in one swift motion, he flips me onto my stomach. “Stay there,” he orders, climbing on top of me.

His weight presses me into the mattress, his lips trailing over my back and neck. “You’d look so sexy marked up,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “And then I could photograph you like that. All marked as mine.”

A whimper escapes me as his hand slides lower, his fingers brushing between my legs. I am tender and sore, but I still want him. I need him. “Kieran…”

“Shh, baby. I’ve got something you’ll like.”

I hear him rummaging in the nightstand, and when he returns, he’s holding a small bottle. “Cherry lube,” he says, smirking. “It’s red, like your hair. Now I’ll think of you every time I use it on myself.”

I laugh, even as my face heats. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re gorgeous,” he counters, spreading the lube over himself before rolling on a condom. “C’mere.”

He presses me back into the mattress, my stomach flush against the sheets, and slides into me slowly. The stretch is sharp and perfect, stealing the air from my lungs.

“You okay?” he asks, his hands braced on either side of me.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Good. Because tomorrow, before practice, we’re hitting the beach. I’m taking photos of you.”

It’s hard to form words when he’s moving inside me like that, each thrust a deliberate, deep stroke. “Okay,” I manage.

He stops moving suddenly, and I moan a little, wiggling hungrily.

He chuckles and then slaps my ass cheek… hard.

I gasp, but the pain and pleasure are all the same to me now. I twist to look back at him, and he grins at me.

“Like that?”

I narrow my gaze at him, staying silent. His grin stretches wider, and he suddenly slaps the other cheek, harder this time.

It’s more pain than pleasure this time, but I still jerk my hips back into him, taking him deeper. We both moan.

“Turn your head,” he says, his voice rough. “I want you to watch us fuck, baby.”

I glance up, catching our reflection in the mirror above the bed. The sight of him behind me, his muscles taut and his mouth slightly open, is almost too much.

“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” he murmurs, his pace picking up.

“Worth it,” I gasp, gripping the sheets.

He laughs, low and wicked, and leans down to kiss the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

And just like that, the tension snaps, my body shuddering around him as I come. He follows seconds later, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I’m sure there will be bruises.

When he finally collapses beside me, we’re both breathless. I glance over, catching the lazy grin on his face.

“So… cherry lube, huh?” I tease.

He laughs, pulling me against him. “Told you you’d like it.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

Maybe I do.