Page 20 of After All This Time (A Time For Love #2)
Cooper
W hat did I do to deserve such an absolutely clueless idiot for a best friend?
The hot water slides over my chilled skin, curling around my limbs in a way that makes me sigh in relief. I let my forehead rest on the shower wall, letting the steam and water engulf me completely.
In the heat of the shower, I feel every place Liam’s touched me in the last hour.
My lips feel raw and swollen. I brush my fingers against them and they’re so sensitive even the lightest touch makes me shudder.
I can feel every place he’s gripped me; my neck tingles from his earlier proprietary touch, and the memory of him fisting my hair roughly is like a shot of adrenaline in my veins.
Fuck. That kiss.
That kiss annihilated me, wrecked me so thoroughly I never wanted it to stop.
I have to bite my lip to swallow the moan that threatens to slip out when my hand brushes against my aching, swollen cock.
But I have other plans for it, and the thought of those plans sends a thrill of anticipation through me.
Liam won’t fully believe me if I just tell him I want him. Mere words won’t remove the doubt from his mind.
I mean, I understand what he’s saying, but just because I’m inexperienced in all this, it doesn’t mean I don’t know my own mind or my own heart.
So, if telling him won’t work, I’ll just have to show him.
***
Twenty minutes later, I’m standing in my room in just a towel.
There’s no point putting clothes on. I won’t need them after all.
My bedroom door is open and I can hear the water in the shower on.
Swallowing against the image of Liam in there, I drop the towel and switch on a small lamp on my bedside table that bathes the room in its soft, warm light.
Cool sheets meet my fevered skin as I lie down on my back, in full view of the open door and the corridor.
I hear the shower turn off and excitement makes my heartbeat speed up like crazy.
I reach into the drawer and pull out the bottle of lube I keep there.
My cock pulses on my abs, in desperate need of attention, and I hiss when the lube makes contact with my heated skin.
I fist myself lightly, just enough to spread the slippery jell all over me, craving the edge of anticipation I’m riding.
The bathroom door creaks open, and the sound of soft footfalls ratchets up my already thundering pulse.
My slick hand slides up my hard dick until I reach the leaking head. I use the drops of precum to play with my slit and I have to physically stop the moan that’s building up in my throat.
And that’s how Liam finds me.
He freezes in my doorway in his briefs and a T-shirt, his hand still clutching the towel he was using to dry his hair.
I watch as the same hand now falls limply by his side, his towel slipping to the floor. His gaze sharpens and zeroes in on me, his expression becoming dark and dangerous.
He takes a few steps, passing the threshold of my bedroom and I resume my slow and deliberately lazy movements, stroking my cock with a patience I don’t possess, but wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible.
Liam’s steps falter when he sees what I’m doing, his lips parting in a shaky inhale.
“What are you doing, Coop?”
At the sound of his rough voice, my fingers tighten around me, giving in to a few hard pumps that make my toes curl, before I resume the previous easy rhythm.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Li?” His name comes out almost as a whimper when my hand slides further down, teasing my balls and taint.
Liam approaches the bed until he’s standing right at the foot it, with me splayed out in front of him like a fucking buffet.
I should feel vulnerable, being in front of him like this, but one look at his half-lidded eyes, brimming with tension, makes me feel hotter and more desirable than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I wet my lips, my mouth parched.
“I was so hard, Li.” My voice is barely a whisper, but in the silence of the room between us, it might as well be a scream. “Was so hard for you.”
His eyes are liquid heat as they dance between my face and my naked body. When they reach my slick cock, my back slightly arches, my hips rolling as I slowly fuck my fist.
I see the crack in Liam’s control when he places a knee on the mattress and his hand makes an aborted movement to reach out and touch me.
“No, Li.” My words make him freeze, his eyes widening. “No touching.” I smile and I know he recognizes the smile I always have when I’m toeing the line of something reckless. “Just watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
His surprise morphs into a scorching look, his lips tipping into a side-ways smirk that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. He moves until he has both knees on the bedspread and I realize he’s almost between my legs. Not touching me.
“Okay, Coop,” he says in a smooth, velvet voice that makes me squeeze the base of my dick to stave off the tingling I’m already feeling. “Show me everything.”
It seems that his soft command is all my body was waiting to melt into the mattress. My thighs spread a bit wider as one of my knees cocks to the side, allowing my hand to move freely between them.
I let my other hand travel up my abs and reach my nipple, and a strangled gasp escapes me when I pinch it with my fingers. All the while my head is thrown back against the pillow but my eyes never leave Liam’s.
“Do it again, baby. Play with your tight nipple.”
Baby. He called me baby and it’s impossible to smother the whimper that passes my lips.
My cock jumps hard in my fist at his rough words, and it doesn’t escape his notice.
“What is it, Coop?” His thighs move further up the mattress until I feel the whisper of their fine hairs on the inside of my own. Slowly, he leans over my body, his hands bracketing my head.
He’s so close, his addictive scent enveloping me instantly, making me throb.
Though he doesn’t touch me, I feel him everywhere. He drops his head close, close, closer, until he’s almost nuzzling the side of my face.
“Did you like it when I called you baby?” he breathes next to my ear, sending shivers all over my skin.
His evil smile never fades as he rises a bit, just enough to breathe over my nipple.
“Or is this you want?” he asks, blowing cool air on the sensitive nub.
“Fuck, both,” I moan as I arch towards him.
Jesus, why did I tell him not to touch me?
I must say this out loud because he chuckles darkly, resting back on his knees again.
“Go on, baby. You look fucking beautiful like this.”
His words of praise make me preen and it’s time I gave him some of the torture he put me through.
All this anticipation has me buzzing, so the moment I start pumping myself harder, shameless sounds slip out; tortured moans, guttural groans, unsteady breaths.
I use my other hand to tease my balls and lightly pull on my sack, something that makes me bite on my lip hard enough to bruise it.
I’m so lost in the pleasure my body is experiencing, my eyes must slip shut for a moment.
“Fuck, Coop. What are you doing to me?” Liam’s harsh whisper reaches my ears.
I crack my lids open and the way he looks—wild and crazed with lust—pulls another moan from deep in my chest.
“Grab your knee, baby. Hold yourself open so I can see you.”
And I do. Fuck, I do. I’m powerless when it comes to him. I want to show him everything. Give him anything he wants.
“Like this?” I ask him in a tone full of teasing and coyness I didn’t know I possessed.
“Fuck, just like this. You’re perfect. Now, choke that dick for me, baby. Stroke that pretty cock until you make a fucking mess of yourself.”
His filthy words send a shot of electricity to my balls and the room fills with the obscene sounds of my cock sliding through my wet fist again, and again, and again.
Liam watches it all like a hawk, one of his hands cupping his own dick over his briefs, the same lust and desperation mirrored in his eyes.
“Li...” his name punches out of my mouth on a brutal upstroke and I can feel the release barreling down on me. “Li, I’m – I’m coming. Come with me.”
The surge of heat down my spine makes me delirious, my mind blank but for the need to come, come, come. With him.
I see him pull up his T-shirt, tucking it under his chin, while his other hand shoves his briefs to his thighs, immediately gripping his big, fat, red cock, his hand moving in long, hard, punishing strokes.
The orgasm rips through me. My lips part in a silent scream and I’m robbed of sight and hearing as cum shoots from my shaft in long pulses of never-ending pleasure, painting my belly. It leaves me breathless, wrecked.
But it’s the sight of my best friend looking at me as if he’s just witnessed a miracle that truly ruins me. The sight of him losing control, his back bowing, his cock spurting hot cum all over my spent dick that makes a thrill go through me.
I feel branded, possessed by him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
And I’ve never needed anything more.