Page 40 of After All This Time (A Time For Love #2)
August
Cooper
S weat drips down my temple, landing on Liam’s chest beneath me as I sink down on his fat cock.
God, those first few moments when my body gives way and accepts him have become fucking addictive. The breach, the hot slide inside, that perfect moment when we’re locked together.
The nylon surroundings of our tent do nothing to help with the slowly rising heat of the early summer morning. Not when both of our bodies bead with the humid air as we fuck like our lives depend on it.
Liam’s eyes are wild and bottomless, his breath coming out in pants while my hands brace on his chest and I let my body take over.
I ride him deep and hard, slower than I would like to since I don’t have much room to move. He lets me grind on him and drive back on his hot shaft in a rhythm that I know must be killing him because it kills me, too. But it’s so fucking good.
I love watching his patience fray in front of my half-lidded eyes, the moment the frenzy takes over and he grips my hips tightly. It makes me feel wanted. Worshiped.
He starts rocking up to me, angling his thrusts towards the spot he knows is going to make me scream.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood to stop the sounds bleeding out of me, but it’s impossible.
Needy moans and wet, slapping noises fill the tent as I pound my ass down on his lap, swallowing his cock again and again.
Liam covers my mouth with his palm, a filthy grin stretching his lips.
“Shh, baby. You’re gonna give us away,” he whispers darkly, his upward thrusts coming deeper and harder. “You don’t want people to know what we’re doing in here, right?”
He catches my desperate whimpers in his palm.
God, would I care if people heard us? If they imagined what we’re doing?
If they opened the flap of our tent and saw me ride his cock like an animal in heat?
No, I fucking wouldn’t.
I meet Liam’s eyes over his palm and lick his skin that tastes of sweat and us.
He releases my mouth and laughs darkly, bending his knees, clutching my waist hard.
“Nah,” he punctuates the word with a thrust that has me falling on him like a ragdoll, powerless not to give myself up to the pleasure he’s delivering.
He keeps me steady while he fills me up over and over, until I have to muffle my voice on his skin, mouthing his neck, biting down on his shoulder.
“You would love it, wouldn’t you? Letting everyone hear you moan like a hungry slut? Watch you writhe and bounce on my cock like you were made for this and wishing they could stuff you full like I’m doing right now?”
“Oh fuck, Li,” my voice breaks, hoarse from the owning he’s giving me.
His fingers thread in my hair, lifting my head to meet his burning eyes.
“No one will see you like this, Coop,” he vows, sucking on my bottom lip, his tongue swiping in to give me a kiss that seals that promise.
“You’re mine, love. And this is ours, you hear me?
” His hips tilt at just the right angle, sending liquid fire down my lower back and up my balls.
My cock explodes on his abs and he palms my neck, crashing my lips with his, our mutual groans muffled in each other’s mouths.
I’m still rubbing my dick on his slippery abs, coating them in my cum, when I feel his movements stutter and Liam coming inside me. He shoots his load deep and I can’t help but clench around him, milking him of everything he’s got until his breath hitches.
“Baby,” he whispers in a soft voice, the word spelled on my wet lips.
“Stud,” I mumble against him, still splayed on top of him, and we both start chuckling, our laughter going on and on until we’re a mess of bodily fluids, humid air, and pure fucking happiness.
“I’m glad to see that’s catching on,” he says, his hand caressing every part of me he can reach with so much tenderness it makes my heart ache.
“I thought it was appropriate considering our circumstances. Speaking of which,” I beam at him excitedly, “what’s on the program?”
***
A sense of heart-warming nostalgia hits me as Liam and I trace our steps through the beautiful trails covered by the shades of trees that swish softly in the slight breeze.
Everything looks exactly the same. We might as well have stepped back in time, walking the same expanses as young 18-year-olds.
The trip is perfect.
When Liam surprised me with this a few weeks ago, I was so fucking happy that he didn’t get a chance to say anything else before I tackled him to the floor.
During the day, we splash in the water, the waves finally calm enough to let us dip waist-deep and cool our heated skin.
We go on long walks and bike rides, seeing everything we didn’t get to back then.
I get to hear Liam’s carefree laugh and to get lost in him in the way he always holds my hand everywhere we go; in the way he’s always touching me, whether it’s a brief brush of his lips, or a soft ruffling of my hair.
In the way his forest-green eyes are always following me full of immeasurable love and want.
And during the night. Jesus.
During the night, our tent becomes the cocoon where we try to slake a thirst that feels insatiable even months and months since the first time we did this. We fuck like we haven’t seen each other in years, like it’s the first and the last time. And I always fall asleep in his arms. Safe. Loved.
Now, the afternoon sun slips through the gaps between the leaves and branches, bathing us in its orange light, a sense of familiarity taking root inside me.
This place fills me with so many conflicting emotions.
In a way, this is where everything ended between us. Where I lost my best friend.
I turn to look at him next to me, our fingers threaded together.
His expression is always calm and sure now. The steady presence I remember from my teenage years.
We follow the trail, and it’s not until we reach the clearing that I finally understand the source of that familiarity.
It’s the same clearing we climbed with our bikes back then, the one that stands above a steep cliff lording over the glittering sea, the setting sun showering its surface with sparkles.
My breath catches at the sight, just as it did back then, my feet carrying me close enough for my gaze to spread over the view in front of me.
I wonder if Liam remembers this place .
My heart drums loudly when my eyes find him, because he’s not looking at the breathtaking view in front of us, but at me, with a soft smile tipping the corners of his lips.
Just like he did then.
He never breaks our connection as he comes closer and closer, until we’re separated by nothing but air.
I watch as he tilts my head up, powerless to look away.
My eyes flutter shut only when he places the most tender of kisses on my lips, a lingering touch on top of the world that speaks of heart-breaking and heart-mending love.
We separate but just enough for me to be able to peer into his mossy-green eyes, to watch his sandy-blonde hair be tinged with burnt orange in the falling sun.
I feel him take my hand in his, but instead of just holding it, I startle when I feel him place something cold and hard at the center of my palm, before closing my hand tightly around it and enfolding my fist with his own.
“What—” my brows scrunch in confusion, but the words get stuck in my throat when he brings our clasped hands to his chest, above his heart.
“I remember the day I first saw you,” he says in a hushed voice.
“I saw a little boy with black hair that almost covered his blue eyes, trying to protect something, at risk of being hurt himself.” He swallows thickly, squeezing my hand on his chest. “And I remember the day I looked at you and my heart started beating differently around you, like it still does to this day.”
His voice breaks at the end and I feel a sting in my eyes and my throat at his words.
“I can never take back the distance I put between us or the time I was not there for you, but if you let me, I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re happy for the rest of our lives.”
Liam brings our clasped hands between us and my heart pounds so loud it blocks everything and everyone but him. He opens my palm gently, his expression filled with so much tenderness I wish I could bottle it and keep it forever.
When my eyes register what’s in my hand, I know that my wish is granted.
Two simple, silver bands sit in the middle of my palm, catching the fading rays of sunlight.
“Li…” I whisper hoarsely, my gaze torn between staring at the bands and drinking in the image of this man in front of me who never stops proving his love to me every day.
“I love you so much, Cooper, and I never want to be apart from you. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me and I want you to be only mine. My best friend and my husband.” His voice slightly shakes as he utters the final word, raw emotion staring back at me. “Please?”
I launch myself at him, gripping his face hard and kissing him so deep he startles and almost stumbles, before his arms come around me and hug me so tightly, I let out a not so flattering squeak that makes him shake with laughter against me.
“Is that a yes?’ he grins down at me, radiating such brilliant joy it hurts to look at him.
“It’s a fuck yes, baby,” I grin back, as we fall right into each other, whispering our love to each other again and again.
And if Liam stops me to sneak in a secret kiss against the trunk of a certain tree as we take the trail back to our tent, our ring fingers heavy with our promise to each other, then it’s for us and only us to know.