CHAPTER 10 #2
Liam’s hand moves, his fingers threading into my hair, fisting the strands in a possessive way that sends a thrill through my veins.
“We’ll see,” he rasps, and I swallow at the hidden challenge. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Now, be a good boy and put me in your mouth.”
My mind goes blissfully quiet while an inferno rages inside me, just like every time he gives me a gentle order.
I never knew there was this side of me—a side that craves something only Liam can give me.
He reads my needs so easily. He makes me feel safe to be whoever I want to be when I’m with him.
I slip his relaxed cock into my mouth—soft and warm, filling me perfectly. A sigh builds in my chest, and I rest my head on his thigh, my eyes briefly closing as Li pets my hair and I cradle him on my tongue.
I love him hard. I love seeing exactly how much he wants me all the damn time.
But I also love him like this—soft and comfortable. There’s nothing like making him harden slowly, like feeling him grow thick and long inside me until he’s throbbing halfway down my throat.
I lose myself in the motion, losing all sense of reality in the gentle sucking of his cock—the only cock I’ve ever sucked and will only ever suck.
He rocks his hips slowly, feeding it to me in small thrusts, and he grows hard. So damn hard for me.
I can no longer rest my head on his thigh.
No, I need to take more, and I can’t do it like this.
The low growl he lets out when I brace over him and dive on his cock makes me damn preen with satisfaction. There’s no greater feeling than knowing I’m making Li feel good, than knowing I’m pleasing him.
I slide up and down, over and over, whimpering when he hits the back of my throat and I choke, my eyes filling with tears.
“Fuck, baby,” he croons, his fingers still carding through my hair, his touch prompting me to look up at him as much as I can.
My dick leaks at the look he’s giving me—bottomless heat and raw adoration.
“You look so beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of my cock. You take me so well. You’re a fucking pro now. The perfect cockslut for your husband.”
I moan at his words, my dick pulsing in my joggers, and I double down on my efforts, slobbering over him, the wet sounds of what I’m doing making me even hotter.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Look at you, sucking your husband’s cock out in the open where anyone could walk by and see you taking me deep like the filthy little whore you are.
” He grunts when I whimper around him and he feels the vibrations on his hard length.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d give everyone a goddamn show, letting them look their fill while I own your throat. ”
Oh. God. He’s going to make me come. If I get so much as a whisper of friction on my dick, I’m going to fucking come.
Both his hands are now cupping my face, caressing me softly, and the contrast between his words and his touches is making my head spin in the best way.
“You’re mine, Coop,” he whispers roughly, and I can’t look away from him as he stares at me with so much love and consuming want.
My eyes threaten to slip shut when he holds me still and takes over the movement, pumping into me in fast, shallow thrusts that make me light-headed. “You’re all fucking mine.”
It’s the desperation, the plea, in his voice.
It’s the way he presses his leg between my own, giving me the friction I’m dying for.
It’s the pleasure that shakes him whole, followed by the warm cum that floods my mouth and throat.
I explode, coming in a violent rush of devastating bliss that leaves me drained. Wrecked.
Somehow, I still have the presence of mind to drink him down, to milk his dick of every drop until his breath hitches when it’s too much.
He slips out of my mouth, and I’ve barely taken a few much-needed breaths when I’m being moved up by strong hands.
And just like that, I’m back where I’m supposed to be; in Liam’s arms, his heart thudding under my hand on his chest, his eyes bright, roaming all over me.
“I told you you’d be louder,” I mutter, blushing when I hear how raspy my voice is.
Liam flashes me a deadly grin before he swoops in and kisses me, licking my mouth clean and sending any surviving brain cells to an early grave.
“You were right,” he whispers on my lips. He looks so happy when he pulls back. “How about I go fetch that fruit? Ease that sore throat a bit.”
I can only nod, staring after him, dazed, as he goes inside and returns after a while with a whole damn platter, plus a wet towel to clean up a bit.
He feeds the fruit to me, piece by piece, him only eating the ones I don’t like so much.
He does these things all the time. Things that might seem small, that might go unnoticed, because they’re not loud, they’re not grand gestures.
They mean everything to me.
“I love you,” I whisper to him when we’re done and back to lying against one another.
His exhale ruffles my hair, and I burrow deeper into him, smiling when he presses the same words on my forehead.
We listen to the waves crashing on the shore for a long time.