CHAPTER 8 #2
I didn’t know anyone could ever make me feel like this—loved and cherished.
I didn’t know I could ever feel like this about anyone.
“Bedroom,” I whisper to him, the word barely out of my mouth before Liam starts walking.
The room is dark, but I can see him perfectly in the moonlight that slips through the window as he lets me slide from his arms.
It’s so quiet, I can hear how hard his heart is beating when I reach for his suit jacket and slip it off his shoulders. Or maybe it’s just my own heart trying desperately to match everything I’m feeling, everything that’s impossible to put into words.
He steps even closer, almost as close as we were when we were dancing, and my eyes grow heavy when I feel his lips in my hair, his hands treating my own suit jacket to the same fate, his spicy, orange and lavender scent surrounding me in the best possible way.
Liam overwhelms me. There is a raw longing that never leaves him even after months of us being together. It’s there when he looks at me, when he touches me, when we’re around each other.
And I crave it. All of it. To be overwhelmed by him, to let myself go in a way that is absolute, to be a needy mess, knowing he will take care of me.
We strip each other naked slowly. Fingers whisper over collars, unbuttoning shirts, grazing warm skin. Labored breaths fill our small bubble as we remove anything that stands in our way.
I want it all gone. I want to feel him. Just him.
A whimper escapes me when he leans down and grips the back of my thighs, picking me up again and laying me on the bed—the move so scorching hot and so different from his earlier carry, it makes my head spin.
Liam covers his body with mine, and he smiles when another embarrassing sound slips out before I can stop it.
“Let me hear you, Coop,” he grates out, a low, satisfied rumble leaving him when I make room for him to rest between my legs. “Let me hear everything.”
A plea and a demand at the same time.
His weight pins me to the mattress, every inch of him pressing on me, and I melt under him, struggling to keep my eyes open while he strokes my cheek with one hand, tenderly, adoringly.
But I give up completely when his hand wraps around my throat, my lips parting in a gasp when he squeezes me softly.
“That’s it,” he rasps, and his praise, paired with the way he’s massaging my throat and rocking between my thighs, makes my mind empty.
I’m all sensation, my body torn between relaxing under the soft, soothing kisses Liam is peppering on my cheekbones, on my closed eyelids, on my forehead, and being so hard, it hurts when he makes our cocks slide together in a torturous dance.
He swallows the moan that tears out of me when he claims my mouth, licking into me with hard, possessive strokes that make me tremble with need. I cling to him, holding on to his shoulders, keeping him glued to me, letting him wreak his havoc, letting him do whatever he wants to me.
I lose all sense of time, sinking into a haze of love and devastating want. My eyes are blurry, cracking open with difficulty, and I’m so gone, I don’t even realize I’m writhing, impaled on three of Liam’s fingers, my moans bouncing off the walls of our room.
“Li… God, Li, please…”
“Fuck, Coop,” he curses, letting out a shaky laugh as his fingers withdraw, leaving me so empty.
“What?” I murmur, touching him anywhere I can reach, our gazes locking when he positions himself at my entrance.
He fills me completely in one slow, deep thrust that makes both of us groan, stopping only when he’s sheathed inside me—hot, throbbing. Perfect.
“Do you have any idea what you look like right now?”
I wrap my legs around his hips and loop my arms around his neck, pulling him in even tighter, and I grin at his tormented grunt.
“What do I look like?” I ask, arching my back to move on him in tiny grinds, loving the feral glint that consumes his eyes when he takes over, keeping me pinned while he starts to fuck me good and hard, feeding me his length over and over.
“Like mine,” he says hoarsely, and my heart stutters.
“You look like mine, Coop. I can’t believe I get to have you forever.
” His voice cracks, and my throat burns even as my whole being buzzes with pleasure.
“I can’t believe I get to be with you, take care of you, pamper you, love you for the rest of our lives. ”
My fingers thread into his hair, and I pull him down to me, tasting his lips, tasting the sweetness and sincerity of his words in my mouth.
“You’re my home, Li,” I breathe hoarsely, a choked-off whimper pushing out of me when he fucks me right where I need it, waves and waves of ecstasy washing through me.
“You always have been. Even when you were just my best friend, my partner in crime, you have always been my home. It’s always been you. ”
I can’t get enough of his eyes like this—soft and crazed at the same time, pools of yearning I want to drown in. His arms wrap around my hips, practically lifting me off the bed, his fingers probably bruising my skin as he goes harder, faster, deeper.
My eyes threaten to roll to the back of my head as Liam hammers my prostate and my dick rubs against his abs, but I don’t want to stop looking at him.
“Tell me,” he whispers harshly. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you so much. I promise to love you forever, Liam,” I vow, holding him even tighter, making sure he knows I mean it. “Now make me come. I want to come on my husband’s cock.”
He grins wildly at me, and I smash our grins together, sucking on his tongue while he eats at my mouth. I hold on for the ride as Li’s thrusts turn erratic, urgent, driving into me with a need I feel in my core.
His name falls from my lips when heat travels down my spine, and blinding release crashes through me as cum spills from me with a force that leaves me breathless.
A raw sound rips out of Liam, and warmth floods me as he pours himself inside me.
I sigh as the tension slowly drains out of us and we sag against each other. Liam turns us so we’re on our sides in a mess of sweat, cum, and tangled limbs, and fuck, I feel good. So damn good.
Which doesn’t escape Liam’s notice, judging by the smile on his face.
“Did you have a nice time today?” he asks, his fingers swiping back the hair sticking to my forehead.
“I thought that was pretty clear when I came my brains out,” I quip with a straight face, but he pinches my thigh, and I chuckle, cuddling closer to him. “Oh, you mean earlier.”
“Yeah, Coop. I meant earlier.” The banked heat still swirling in his gaze makes me swallow. “Though it’s always good to hear and see you come your brains out.”
Jesus.
I have to clear the raspiness off my throat before I speak.
“Everything was wonderful, Li.”
Yep, the raspiness is still all there.
“Even without the confetti, the hot-air balloon, or the carriage?”
Playful Liam is dangerous on a whole other level.
“Nah, who needs all that when I have you treating me like a damn prince anyway?”
His smile makes something flutter in my chest. And my groin.
I shiver when he hooks my thigh over his hip, and my soft cock stirs when it touches his.
“I’ll treat you like a prince all you want, baby.” He leans in, nuzzling the curve of my jaw, making my eyes slip shut. “Except for the times you want to be treated like a filthy, needy little thing.”
I groan, and he laughs.
“Stop. God, please stop, Li. My dick is trying to get hard again, and I don’t think there’s anything left in me.”
“I’m not doing anything,” he mutters softly, his mouth finding mine, pulling a hum out of me when he pulls my bottom lip between his. “I’ll just kiss you for a little while. How does that sound?”
“Mmfm…” I answer very helpfully. “Yes, sounds good. Sounds really good. Kiss me more.”
The last words land on his tongue as he licks into me and gathers me into his arms.
And, as it turns out, I can get hard again after all.