Page 31 of After All This Time (A Time For Love #2)

Liam

T he early spring night is mellow when Cooper and I sit outside in the small, re-done patio of the arcade.

It used to be bare concrete when we were younger, but now there are bar-style high stools and round tables where you can eat or drink anything the cafeteria serves.

We go for the hot dogs because of course we would go for the hot dogs.

It takes one look at each other before we start snickering like teenagers at the food choice.

And it only takes watching Cooper eat two bites of his hot dog for me to regret the food choice immediately.

But seeing how much fun he had today, and witnessing the bliss on his face as he fills his belly right now makes me want to growl in approval.

Because apparently, I’ve reverted into being an animal.

He devours his last bite and some mustard smears the corner of his mouth.

My hand is cupping his jaw before I realize what I’m doing, my thumb swiping at the droplet, before I bring it to my mouth.

His breath catches and his cheeks turn rosy under the neon lamps of the patio.

His eyes are bluer than they’ve ever been.

“Hey, Li?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you bring me here tonight?”

I know I could tell him something generic, like ‘I thought you would like it,’ or ‘It seemed like a fun idea.’

But the way he’s looking at me so openly, with just a hint of vulnerability, makes my heart squeeze.

“Do you remember that one day when we were sixteen, when we’d just spent our whole day here and eaten our weight in food, and then suddenly the rain came down so hard we had to run to take shelter, but I was lagging behind because of all the food?”

He nods, never taking his eyes off me.

I release a shaky exhale.

“And that you took my hand, pulling me after you and kept running, never letting go of it?”

He nods again.

“You asked me when I knew,” I whisper softly to him.

His brow furrows in confusion before his eyes widen in realization.

When I knew that I was attracted to guys.

When I knew that there was more to my feelings for him.

“It was that day. Because of you, Coop.”

His lips slightly part at my confession, his eyes suspiciously shiny.

I watch as his throat bobs when he swallows, so I miss how he slowly stands up from his stool and inches close to me.

I drink in every detail of his expression but my vision suddenly darkens and I realize I have closed my eyes.

Because he’s kissing me. Mere soft brushes of his lips against mine.

“Take me home, Li,” he breathes against me.

And I’m lost.

***

I don’t know how I get us to the apartment.

All I know is that the moment the door closes behind us, my fist is on his shirt and we’re colliding.

My mouth descends on his like I’ve been starved for months. I swallow the moan that breaks from his throat and the kiss turns feral, bruising, brutal.

I bite on his lips, the thrill of watching them turn red turning me into a beast.

And Cooper is just insatiable, taking everything I give him and asking for more, his hands gripping my hair tightly, keeping my mouth fused with his, his body grinding fiercely against my own, chasing his pleasure with frantic movements.

The keening sound that leaves his lips when I wrench my mouth away is enough to send me drowning into him again and again.

But I want to give him more.

“I need you in my mouth, baby.” His pupils are so blown, I’m not sure my words are registering.

But then he sags against me, his body pliant in my hands.

“God, yes, Li. Please.” The last word is almost a whimper.

Before I know it, I’m pulling him to the kitchen, throwing him on his back on the kitchen table, praying it holds his weight.

“Wha—” He looks disoriented for a minute, but his eyes sharpen quickly as he watches me pull him to the edge of the table, his legs hanging off it. I unbutton his jeans with impatient fingers, dragging them and his briefs down, discarding his boots and socks in the process.

It’s only then that I pause, taking in the way he looks on the table, with me between his parted legs, naked from the waist down, his shirt rumpled from my grip, his hair mussed, his lips bitten raw.

And his cock hard, red, and leaking.

He’s breathing hard, his eyes following hungrily every move I make.

So I give him the show he wants.

Sliding my hands under his tight ass, I grasp his cheeks in a firm hold and I lift his hips off the table. My mouth waters as I lean in and do what I’ve only ever dreamed of in the past.

I lick him from balls to tip in one, long drag of my tongue.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he mumbles, his head dropping back on the table, his hips doing a valiant effort to seek out my mouth, but my grip is too strong and he has no leverage.

“Please, m-more,” he says and I fucking love it when he can’t help but stutter, losing himself in the moment.

“Patience, baby. Let me enjoy you.”

My tongue laps up the bead of precum before I give in to suckle the head of his pretty dick, dipping into his slit, the move sending a full-body shudder through Cooper.

“Li...” he pants, and I see his hands rising above his head to grasp the edge of the table in an attempt to ground himself. “It feels so good, Li. Make me feel good.”

His choked-out words pour liquid flame in my veins, shuttering my control in seconds.

Tilting his hips, I feed his cock to my mouth in hard, hungry pulls.

His back arches further off the table as an anguished moan rips out of his throat.

I suck him down ruthlessly, relentlessly, taking him to the root, barely re-surfacing for oxygen. I want to fucking drown in him, in his scent, in his taste, in the shameless, lust-drenched sounds that are spilling out of him.

I dive on him again and again, sucking him hungrily, taking him deep, the need to take care of his needs, to make him feel good overriding everything else.

He hits the back of my throat and I shallow around him, making sure the pressure drives him insane and it does.

“Oh, God. Li, you’re gonna make me come.” His eyes are wild, sweat beads at his temples and his thighs are fucking trembling.

Satisfaction burns through me seeing him this wrecked for me.

I double my efforts, tightening my lips, letting my saliva drip down his length, making the sounds sloppy and obscene.

I suck on him like it’s my purpose to pull the cum out of him because it’s mine, just like he is.

I feel the moment his cock grows harder and hotter in my mouth and starts jerking. Cooper lets out a hoarse scream as his thick cum shoots down my throat and I take it all, swallowing every drop, sucking him gently until I’m sure he has nothing left to give.

“Li...” his voice breaks when I release him from my mouth. One look at his eyes has me carefully letting go of his hips just as he pulls himself up, sitting on the edge of the table.

I cup his face and he wraps his arms around my neck as we sink in a kiss that tastes of his spent pleasure, and if I didn’t feel his warm skin beneath my hands, I would think that this was just another fantasy.

My heartbeat never slows, just keeps racing against his.

And then it races even more when he whispers his next words to me in a rough voice.

“Sit back on the chair.”

My head snaps back.

“Wh-what?” Oh, look at that. Now, I’m stuttering.

Cooper’s lips stretch into a filthy grin, his blue eyes piercing me with determination.

“I can’t do what you just did, which was by the way the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me, but I want you to sit down, sit back and let me have my fun.”

And then he just pushes lightly on my chest, until my knees meet the chair behind me and I fall on it.

My breathing becomes shallow as I take in his appearance, sitting there casually in just a shirt, with his soft dick lying relaxed against his thigh.

But it’s got nothing on the shock that goes through my system when I watch him stand up and slowly drop onto his knees in front of me.

“Coop...” My voice is nothing but a reverent whisper.

My best friend, the man I’m crazy about, is on his knees for me.

He wedges himself closer, his hands sliding on my spread thighs, and for the first time tonight I feel how close to the edge I really am. I was so focused on him and the urge driving me to make it good for him that my own need had gone on the back burner.

Now my hunger for him roars inside me.

His icy-blue eyes fall on the bulge of my jeans and he licks his lips.

My dick presses painfully behind my zipper until I’m pretty sure it’s cutting off my circulation.

Cooper reaches over with a mesmerized expression on his face and unzips me.

I help him slide my jeans and briefs past my ass, his eyes eating up the way my erection slaps free against my abs.

He looks nervous, and curious, an underlying excitement shining through his eyes.

He wraps his hand around me and I groan from deep within my chest as he gives me a few tentative pumps, mapping me in his fist, spreading the wetness of my tip all over my length, and I really hope I don’t embarrass myself.

Cooper leans in, nuzzling where the base of my dick meets my balls and I swear the bastard twitches in his hand.

He chuckles before his pink tongue comes out and lathers my tip in small, kittenish licks.

He settles in between my thighs, as much as my jeans allow him to, and continues to explore me with soft, teasing touches before his movements become bolder.

“Tell me, Li,” he mutters between licking me like an ice-cream cone and pumping his fist up and down. “Tell me how long you’ve been waiting for this.” He sucks the tip into his mouth. “Tell me what you imagined.”

His lips now stretch around me as he goes past the tip and slides the first few inches in his mouth, trying to adjust to the new sensation and my size.

The sight of him like this, taking my cock between his pretty, puffy lips, makes it impossible not to reach out and touch him. I stroke the side of his face, letting my fingers feel the way his mouth has stretched to accommodate me.

“It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this, Coop,” I say hoarsely, still touching him.

My hand moves to the inky strands of his hair, pushing it off his forehead and tightening my grip on it.

“This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. You, on your knees for me, with your mouth wrapped around me. Are you comfortable, baby?”

His glazed, lust-filled eyes meet mine and he hums around me, the vibrations feeling like a heavenly torture.

“Good. Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” I rasp, and use my grip on his hair to gently move his head on my shaft.

He keeps his fist around my base to control how much he can take but other than that he allows me free range with my movements. He closes his eyes and the expression of bliss on his face brings both my hands to hold him steady as I pump my dick into his willing mouth.

“You look so beautiful like this, Coop. Stuffed full of me. Is this what you wanted when you told me I could fuck your mouth?”

The rugged moan that leaves him travels all the way to my balls.

“Do you want to take more? Do you want me to fuck your throat, sweetheart?”

His blue eyes snap open, all hazy and perfect, and he lets his hand drop.

I never take my eyes off him as my hips pick up, feeding him inch after inch in short, shallow thrusts, until he gags around me. His throat constricts around the head and I swear I see fucking stars.

“Oh fuck, Cooper,” I slur, half-drunk on the pleasure he’s giving me.

There are tears in his eyes and saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth, and he takes my fucking breath away. I spot the way his hand is moving fast between his legs, and the sight of him being so turned on by sucking me off that he has to get himself off makes me growl in satisfaction.

“Are you touching yourself, baby? You should see yourself right now, desperate to come again, with your throat full of me, like a cock-hungry slut.”

I watch as his eyes squeeze shut and I feel the tremor that goes through him as he spills his come between my feet.

“Fuck, Coop, you’re so good for me, I can’t stop. I’m gonna come down your throat if you don’t get off me.”

I make a move to release his head but he stops me and dives right back onto me.

There’s no stopping the orgasm that barrels down on me.

It lights me on fire, my thrusts becoming erratic, and losing their rhythm, my thumb grazing Coop’s throat, feeling myself through the skin.

He moans around me and I’m fucking gone.

I explode inside his mouth, giving him the load he so perfectly worked out of me, and watch him swallow it down. It feels like I’m coming forever, as wave after wave ripples through me and all I can do is let it wash over me, let him take it from me until I have nothing left.

I slump back heavily on the chair as he releases me, and I try in vain to regain some semblance of control over my breathing and heartbeat.

Cooper rests his own head on my thigh in a similar state, and a wave of tenderness and affection and raw fucking love for this man makes me scoop him up and help him on my lap.

He looks dazed but calm, and he sighs when I pull him into my arms.

“Are you okay, baby?”

He must hear the concern in my voice because he lifts his head and looks at me steadily.

“I’m great, Li,” he says in a raspy voice that only serves to remind me of the reason his voice is like this.

“Are you sore?” I ask him as my palm rises to massage his used throat.

He smiles softly. “Just a little. But it was worth it. Who knew I would like a cock in my mouth so much?” he chuckles, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Is that how it is now?” I whisper, nuzzling his ear. “Are you greedy for cock now, Coop? Gonna go looking for cocks to swallow?”

Possessiveness rides me even harder now that I’ve had him like this, now that I know I’m the first and only man who’s had him like this.

“Nah,” he mutters, rubbing his slightly stubbled cheek against my own like a touch-starved kitten. “Not just any cock, Liam. Your cock.”

Something rumbles in approval inside my chest, the sound making Cooper grin.

“You like that, don’t you? You would mark me as yours if you could.”

His expression is so soft, I can’t not brush his lips with mine in a tender kiss.

“Only because you’ve marked me as yours since the day we met, Coop.”

His breath hitches and I watch as he swallows thickly.

“Good,” is the only thing he says as he lays his head back on my shoulder, and I hold him tightly, the hum of the fridge the only sound to disturb the comfortable silence.