Page 39 of After All This Time (A Time For Love #2)

Liam

T he minute Cooper props himself up on all fours, I know I’m a gone man.

As if I haven’t been a gone man since the beginning.

His beautiful back bows as he arches his ass, showing me his used hole, and I almost swallow my tongue.

He throws a look over his shoulder at me, wearing a devilish grin, his skin flushed, his hair all over the place, and my dick throbs.

I grasp his cheeks, pulling them apart, not getting enough of looking at the hole I just made mine. I slip in a thumb to feel the stretch, and the whimper that leaves him makes me feral.

“Grab the headboard, baby.”

He does, just as I position my hard cock at his entrance again, feeling it give way easily, his hot body engulfing me full in one smooth, deep glide.

I can’t believe how good he takes me.

I can’t believe I’m inside him.

I can’t believe he’s fucking mine.

And it’s that last word that sends a flood of lust and need through me. It snaps my control and I pull back my hips, thrusting in without holding back anything.

I bury myself inside him, sinking to the hilt again and again while he braces for the onslaught against the headboard that bangs against the wall.

I fuck him hard, until the only sounds that leave his mouth are desperate moans, until he’s meeting me thrust for thrust, until his hands slip from the headboard and he can’t help but fall chest first on the mattress.

And the sight of him like this, chest down, ass up being filled with my cock, makes the beast inside me roar with pleasure.

I grip his neck and keep him pinned down, while I angle my movements, making sure I hit his prostate on almost every thrust.

He screams against the bed, his body shaking.

I can feel myself slipping. I have no idea how I even lasted this long, but I want more of him like this.

“You got one more for me, Coop?”

His answer is a whimper but I can feel how he’s already trembling. He’s so close I can taste it.

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Give me one more.” My grip on his hip tightens to the point I’m sure I’ll leave marks on him.

I release his neck, trailing my touch through the expanse of his heaving back and reach around him to squeeze his rock-hard cock.

I jerk him in tight pulls as my hips start pumping into him in fast, shallow thrusts that nail him where he needs it.

His body clamps around me as he screams my name into the mattress, tightening around me to the point of pain as he soaks the sheets in his thick cum.

I lose all sense of reality as my orgasm rips through me with a force that steals my breath. I’m fucking coming inside him and I pump, pump, pump into him until he’s so full of me that he’ll leak my cum for days to come.

And he will if I have anything to say about it.

I feel myself softening inside him but I still try to stuff myself in his hot, slick body, wanting to plug him up until I get hard again. But I can feel his legs trembling so I gently slip out and help him lower himself until he’s lying down completely.

He’s still breathing hard, his eyes half-lidded, trying to focus but failing.

“F-fuck, Li. What just happened?” His voice is hoarse, fucked out, and I love it.

“I’ll be happy to refresh your memory whenever you want, love,” I tell him, my gaze fixed on the imprints I left on his hips, on my cum leaking out of his loose hole.

He chokes out a laughter but his breath hitches when he feels my lips brushing kisses on his hips, on his cheeks, on his hole.

“Jesus, Liam, you’re killing me,” he gasps out when he feels the way my fingers circle his loose rim and try to stuff my cum back inside him.

I’ve never really been into cum play, but everything about this man turns me into a wild animal.

With one final kiss, I lift up until I settle behind him, pulling him softly into my chest.

I nuzzle the back of his neck, the sweat mixed with his scent and the sex making me almost drunk.

“Are you okay, Coop?”

He sighs against me and I feel it in my fucking soul.

“I am, Li.” He pulls my arm further around him until we’re so close together I can feel his heart beating in my chest. “I’m fucking perfect. Only problem is,” he starts and I hear the teasing in his voice, “I’m probably not walking anywhere for the next few days.”

I chuckle against his nape. Yeah, I was pretty rough with him.

“I’ll take care of you, love,” I tell him, kissing his temple. “I promise.”

“Mm, tell me again.” His voice is slurred now, sleep threatening to pull him under.

“I love you, Coop,” I whisper against his skin. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” he mumbles.

“I promise.”

His breathing evens out and I can feel the stress of the day and heightened emotions of the night starting to take their toll on me.

But I can’t sleep yet. Not when I can bask for a little while more in him, in his softened features, sated and calm in rest.

He shifts suddenly, turning into my embrace and burrowing against me.

“My Liam,” he murmurs, and my heart clenches tightly.

“Yours, Cooper,” I press into his skin.

Now and every day you’ll have me.