Page 33 of After All This Time (A Time For Love #2)

Liam

I hear the shower turn off.

Cooper is in there after insisting I shower first with no further explanation.

That little fucking tease. Tempting me in the middle of the game, right in front of everyone, with that slutty arch of his ass, and those tantalizing words.

He knows he can make me lose all sense of my surroundings and he used that against me.

Heat pools in my groin.

I should have shoved him on his knees the minute we were through the door for the stunt he pulled earlier. But I love it when he plays me like that, outsmarting me with that quick fucking brain of his.

So, here I am now. Freshly showered, hard-on tenting the thin material of my shorts, waiting for him to come out. To show me what he got for me.

The bathroom door opens and closes, and I hear his soft footsteps before he finds me sitting on his bed.

He looks mouthwatering with just a towel around his waist. A few stray drops of water have managed to slide down his neck, and drip down his tight torso and abs. He’s stretching his muscles and groaning, probably feeling them tense after our game.

My feet carry me to him, and standing behind him I place my hands on his shoulders, kneading the muscle, briefly pressing on the spots that feel too tight.

He moans under my hands, his head lolling forward.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I whisper, brushing a kiss behind his ear that makes him shudder. “Do you want my hands on you?” I mouth his neck softly, inhaling the smell of his bodywash. “Want me to take care of those sore muscles?”

“God, yes, Li,” he groans. “I bet that’d feel really good, I’m aching all over.”

“Is that right?” I nuzzle his temple. “Where does it ache, baby?” My hands press on his back muscles. “Here?” They trail lower gripping his hips. “Here?” My palm slides over his towel, squeezing his cock. “Or here?”

He exhales harshly, his hips tilting forward involuntarily, trying to rub against my palm.

Except, his cock feels odd, like he’s wearing something underneath the towel.

Cooper tilts his head, his eyes catching mine over his shoulder, brimming with fire, his lips curved into a sinful smirk.

“Take off my towel, Li.”

And I can’t take my eyes off him as I do exactly that, my fingers loosening his towel.

It drops at his feet and the sight that greets me is enough to make me drop after it.

Because my baby is not naked under there.

A light blue jockstrap hugs him perfectly, the straps pushing up his mouthwatering ass in a way that should be illegal. One look at his front shows how the fabric is cupping his straining length, the light blue already darkening near the leaking tip.

“What did you do, Coop?” I mutter hoarsely, my hand gripping his throat possessively while the other travels down to trace every inch of the blue fabric that matches his eyes. “Are you trying to make me lose my fucking mind?”

I feel his throat bob as he swallows.

“I wanted to wear something nice for you,” he says in a low, breathy voice, the vibrations travelling through my palm. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, baby,” I rasp, sucking a small bruise beneath his ear. He gasps but I keep him firmly in my grip. “You look like a fantasy come true. Is that what you wanted? To look like something good enough to eat?”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Yeah, Li. I wanted to look good for you. Be good for you.”

“You are so good for me, baby, and good boys should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

He nods against my grip, his breathing turning shallow.

“I think so, too. Now, lay that towel on the bed, lie down on your stomach and wait for me.”

I release his throat and prepare to leave the room, but it’s impossible not to give him one last long look like this, not to drink in the image of him in something he bought just for me.

I’ve never felt so out of control and he must sense it when our eyes clash across the room.

His black hair falls on his forehead, concealing part of his face in a way that is both playful and sinful. He smiles like an incubus, like a beautiful creature that could lure me into his trap and I would fall in his clutches gladly.

I might be the one to tell him what to do occasionally, but he’s got all the control, all the power.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

“Come on, Li,” he taunts. “I need a good rub down.”

I smirk.

“Oh, I know what you need, Cooper. On your stomach. Be ready for me.”

I tear my eyes off him before the glint in his eyes makes me throw him on the bed myself, and head to the guest room where I retrieve my massage oils.

He’s lying on his belly when I come back.

Only his bedside lamp is on, bathing everything in its warm, amber light, making his skin look golden. His head is propped on his folded arms, and the sight of his naked body and that plumped-up ass makes me pulse in my thin shorts.

I watch as his fingers clutch the sheet at the slick sound of the oil in my palms.

“Fuck, that’s where that scent is from,” he murmurs in a voice slightly muffled.

“What do you mean?” I straddle the back of his thighs, and bite back a groan when my clothed shaft makes contact with his tight ass.

“You always smell like orange and lavender and it drives me crazy,” his words end in a slight hitch when my hands start massaging his neck.

I rub the tense muscle there until I feel him relax under my touch.

He turns into a puddle beneath my hands, and when I start working on a knot between his shoulder blades, he lets out a whimper that makes me work him hard and rough.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.”

His folded hands give way and spread on either side of him, as his head turns to the side, surrendering fully to me.

The expression on his face speaks of bliss mingled with torture, and his mouth parts slightly as his breath is pushed out after every rough movement.

I move lower, in slow, deep slides, stretching out the muscles along his spine and his lower back, soft sounds escaping him when my thumbs dig in just above his crack.

His hips start undulating, in small, but urgent movements, grinding his restricted cock against the mattress.

God, the way he must be aching desperately in his jockstrap right now.

I pour more oil in my hands as my palms slide down to cup his bare cheeks, and he releases the most delicious, lust-filled sound I have ever heard in my life, a sound I could drown myself into.

“You look so beautiful, Cooper.” My voice is so deep that it sounds like gravel. “You are perfect, you know that?”

His eyes slide open with difficulty and I watch as his ice-blue eyes look at me over his shoulder, cloudy with lust, abandoned in sensation.

My hands smooth down his thighs, all the way to his calves and feet, before sliding all the way back up.

He cants his ass up when he feels my palms teasing the top of his thighs, grazing his covered ball sack with my slick fingers. He arches into my touch with a moan that rips out of him.

Fuck, he’s going to make me come in my pants if he doesn’t stop.

“Will you let me take care of you, Coop?” I hear the raw need that tinges my voice. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

His gaze meets mine once more, all melting ice and pure want.

“Always, Li. Always. Please, I need more.”

“Yes, love. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything.”