Page 34 of After All This Time (A Time For Love #2)
Cooper
L ove.
He called me love and my mind doesn’t know whether to focus on the explosion happening in my chest, or the waves of pleasure pelting my body.
I’ve always been a sucker for physical touch. It anchors me in a way that feels sure, steady, safe.
But Liam’s touch?
There’s never been anything like it, or anyone who has ever come close to making me feel the way he does.
Touching every inch of me while calling me love?
Yeah, I don’t think this is something I can survive with my sanity intact.
I’m torn between letting my weight sink into the mattress, or trying anything to soothe this aching need inside me.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.”
I follow his soft words and lift my hips as his fingers carefully release me from the jockstrap, a groan of relief escaping me when my dick finally slips free. He pulls it off me, sliding it off my legs and I instantly feel my body relax further.
“Good,” he praises, and my eyes slip shut as I feel Liam’s strong, oiled hands massage my ass before gripping each cheek tightly, spreading me apart.
My breath hitches, my back involuntarily bowing as I try to put my elbows under me to see what he’s doing. But the only warning I have is the shift of the bed as he settles between my legs before his tongue drags over my hole in one long, wet lick.
The sound that leaves my lips is unhinged, wild, animalistic.
Because Liam utterly ruins me.
He bathes my hole with sure licks, sucking on my rim, doing everything in his power to make me loose and wet, so wet for him.
I’m no longer relaxed. I’m on my knees, trying to get closer to his mouth. God, yes, closer.
No one has ever done this to me, and right now the only thing on my mind is good , because I want it from him, and him only.
My chest is on the mattress, my hands spread above my head, trying in vain to hold on to something but only finding sheets to grab onto.
I’m moaning and whimpering so loud I would make porn-stars proud, the noises I make unleashing from a place deep inside me that I never knew I had.
His arms grip my thighs to keep me where he wants me, and when he licks into me, feeding me his tongue, I howl desperately like a bitch in heat.
I manage to put a hand against the headboard because I fucking need some leverage.
He fucks his tongue into me, thrusting deep and hard, and he’s not gentle. He eats me out like a starved beast, like a man who has lost all sense of humanity, of civility, and is ridden by instinct alone.
And I love it. I burn with the need to fuck myself back on his tongue, and so I do, with no restraint, no rhythm, just need, need, need , the pleasure mind-numbing, excruciating.
His hand snakes under me, pulling on my sack and I swear, a bolt of electricity makes my whole body shake.
My mouth is open, panting, drool soaking the sheet, echoing the spit that drips from my hole from Liam’s mouth. I’m humping the air and I know that if he so much as breathes near my cock, I’ll come so hard I’ll black out.
“Is this how I’d fuck you, Coop?” he murmurs against my skin, releasing my used hole momentarily to brush kisses on my cheeks. “Bent over, ass up, on all fours, with nowhere to go but take what I give you, stuffing you so full you would be marked inside and out?”
He bites my ass, the sting making me gasp, while he grips my cock in his tight fist, pumping me once, twice.
And I fucking lose it.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, cum pouring out of me in almost painful jets with only his name on my lips. He squeezes out every drop, his movements stuttering as he groans against me, the sound a mixture of pleasure and sweet agony.
My knees give out from under me, too weak to hold my position, and I let myself sink into the mattress, and into this feeling.
I can feel his harsh exhales against me, his head laying on the back of my thigh as we both come down from whatever that was.
“Yeah,” I mutter hoarsely.
“Hm?”
I manage to lift my head and meet his eyes over my shoulder.
His mossy-green eyes that mirror everything I’m feeling—vulnerability, fear, adoration, barely sated need.
“That’s how you’d fuck me,” I answer his previous question, a grin stretching my lips. “For starters.”
His gaze flares with heat before he groans but joins me chuckling.
I feel his lips litter kisses all over my back until he’s lying next to me and we’re facing each other, so close I can count his eyelashes.
But not before I notice the wet spot in his shorts.
“Did you… come in your pants?”
He blushes and the sight makes me giddy as fuck.
“First time I got to taste you and you thought I wouldn’t?” he scoffs. “I was halfway there the moment you dropped that towel.”
I’m pretty sure my grin is feral.
“So, you liked the surprise, huh?”
“What gave me away?” he deadpans.
I chuckle, feeling so calm and relaxed I could drift off.
“Was that okay?” he whispers softly, and the contrast between the man that was ravaging me moments ago and the one looking at me now as if I’m something precious makes my heart soar.
I sigh and nestle against his warm skin, the scent from the oils everywhere around us.
“You terrify me, Li,” I whisper back. His eyes widen, but I don’t let him say anything. “You terrify me more than anything in the world,” I breathe my words on his lips. “Kiss me.”
His expression is troubled but as my lips part, he falls into me with a groan, both of us powerless to resist one more taste, one more feel of his tongue against mine, one more brush of his lips on mine.
And I fall asleep just like that, surrounded by him, in our orange and lavender cocoon, with just one last, fading thought.
Please don’t hurt me again.
***
That night, my mind decides to replay my worst nightmare, ambushing me in my state of complete rest.
It always starts with the day I saw Liam drive away from me.
I didn’t know it back then that he was driving away for good.
I went back inside my house fully expecting we would be in each other’s lives, even from afar.
Texting while he packed up his things; phone calls as we got settled in our respective dorms, whining about who we got stuck with as roommates; updates on homework, and essays, and projects that would kick our asses.
But when those didn’t come, or when they did, they were too polite and too distant to feel like us , I didn’t let it bring me down.
I told myself that things were just busy, that we both needed to focus on our goals and dreams, and eventually we would find our way back to each other. We just needed a little time.
But then, Liam got job offers from sports teams, offers that took him even further away from me, and that was the first time I felt my resolve waver.
The first time that insidious thought slipped through the cracks of my mind that told me that maybe he was never coming back.
That he had forgotten all about me. That I no longer mattered to him.
That my best friend, and the person I’d loved and looked up to most in my life, had truly let me go.
The nightmare always ends the same way. A slideshow of every moment in my life that he wasn’t there to witness; every time I wanted to pick up the phone and tell him everything about something funny or important before I would stop myself; the day I set foot into my own coffee shop for the first time and the lump in my throat wouldn’t let me swallow properly.
After so many years, I almost never remember my nightmare in the morning. But there is always a lingering feeling of sadness and loss left behind.
So even though I might not remember when I wake up, I always know.