CHAPTER 11
LIAM
Over the next few days, Cooper makes good on his promise—or rather his warning—about having a full itinerary of things for us to do.
He books us for every watersport known to man—from kayaking in breathtaking blue-green waters to snorkeling for beginners.
During the latter, our instructor takes us just a few meters from the shore, in shallow, calm lagoon waters, safe to explore even by people who have no idea what they’re doing. Like us.
Cooper is ecstatic, and I can’t blame him.
If it weren’t for the fact that I’m constantly distracted by his radiant smiles, I would be ecstatic too.
But even with my focus shot to shit, I can still appreciate how stunning everything is—the colorful house reefs, the sea anemones swishing lazily in the calm currents, the schools of vibrant fish swimming here and there, and feeding on the algae undisturbed.
It’s damn beautiful.
Coop babbles like an adorable chatterbox the entire day, stopping only when he’s too busy kissing me.
He looks so happy all the damn time, and the pure elation I feel at having had a hand in making him like this is almost too much to handle.
My cheeks hurt from grinning every time I see him strutting all over the place in his cute pink watermelon swimming trunks, his dark sunglasses, and a wide-brim straw hat, while he sips on a cocktail.
We try every seafood dish at the resort’s restaurant, and I laugh at Cooper’s expression of horror when he tastes oysters for the first time.
We walk, we jog, and we swim so much, we’re practically exhausted by the time it’s afternoon.
But no matter what we’re doing throughout the day, we always watch the sunset from our hammock, and I always watch Cooper bathed in burnt orange, his now golden skin glowing in the fading sunlight.
On day five of our honeymoon, my best friend and husband breaks my brain.
I’ve just stepped out of the ocean, making my way towards our veranda while still trying to blink the salty drops out of my eyes, when Cooper walks out.
And my mouth dries.
Because he’s not wearing his cute, watermelon-y trunks.
No.
He’s in a tight, black speedo that hugs him perfectly, cupping his cock and balls in a sinful way, leaving nothing but the bare minimum to the imagination.
A fucking wet dream.
His sunglasses are on, so I can’t see his eyes, but I know he’s aware of every step I take towards him. He tries to pretend he isn’t, turning away to put a beach towel on the sunbed.
“Baby?” I murmur when I’m inches from him, and I swear, he sways towards me before he peeks at me over his sunglasses.
“Yes?”
“Is this also new?” I ask, my gaze running down his body and stopping at his little bathing suit.
He’s nodding when I look up.
“My thighs are starting to look a lot paler than the rest of me, so I thought—” He swallows when I get closer. “I thought I’d sunbathe in this for a while.”
Fuck, he’s playing with me.
He’s playing with me so damn well, the goddamn tease, acting all innocent while his eyes sparkle with mischief.
“I see.”
“In fact,” he says, reaching for a small yellow bottle and handing it to me, “I could use some help with the sunscreen. It’s hard to reach the back.”
Whatever cooling effect the earlier swim had on me becomes history as every cell in my body ignites for him.
“Lie on your stomach, sweetheart.”
He plops down with such eagerness, I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles out of me, but all my amusement evaporates when I put my hands on his shoulder blades and he melts into the thin mattress.
The smell of sweet coconut fills the space between us as I rub it on him, kneading his muscles as I go lower, spreading it on his lower back and hips before I move to his legs.
A small sound reaches my ears when I massage the backs of his thighs, and my eyes shoot up. His face is now buried in his folded arms, his sunglasses set aside, but I know what I heard.
I know him. I know how much of a touch slut he is, how much he craves my hands on him.
I dig my thumbs into his thighs again, this time sliding up, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, grazing his balls, and his ass almost arches off the sunbed with a ragged moan he muffles against his arm.
“Oh, baby. You’re aching, aren’t you?” My palms slip under his bathing suit, and when I pull lightly on the rim of his tight hole with my thumb, his entire body shivers. “Yeah, you are,” I growl and release him, standing.
He turns to look at me, completely disoriented, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, lips red as if he’d been biting himself, and I want to pounce on him.
“What-what happened? Why did you stop?” he whispers.
I lean down and tilt his chin up, giving him a barely-there peck on the lips.
“Because you’re going to get up and get inside. I want you naked on the bed, face down, ass up. I want to eat you out, and I can’t do it out here.”
He lets out a shuddery exhale, and when he stands, his cock is hard as fuck, his legs shaking.
And fuck if I don’t want to make them shake even more.
He’s exactly how I told him to be when I join him inside and slide the glass doors shut.
No audience for this. I need him to be able to fucking scream if he wants to.
Coop looks perfect on the bed—so vulnerable and so trusting, on display for me.
I saddle up behind him, framing his hips with my hands and leaning in to kiss the small of his back.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Li…”
My name comes out like a tortured whisper from his lips.
“I’ll take care of you, Coop. And you can let go. There’s no one but us.”
“Okay…” he breathes, but the word is almost lost in the guttural moan that rips out of him when I lick his hole open.
I don’t take my time. I make a fucking meal of him.
I eat his ass like a man starved, my tongue dragging over his hole over and over, pushing inside, fucking it loose.
Cooper is a mess, trying to fuck back, to get me deeper inside him, cursing me when I dig my fingers into his skin to keep him from moving—to keep him right where I want him.
“Damn you, Liam,” he whimpers softly, canting his ass, his body begging for more. “Damn you, damn you, damn you.”
I chuckle darkly against him.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I ask, hooking my thumb in his loosened rim and spitting right into him before I push my spit into him with my tongue.
The sound that leaves him is inhuman, and it goes straight to my balls.
“You—you said you’d take care of me.”
I smile at the whine in his voice, my thumb working in and out of him as I reach for the lube in the nightstand.
“And I’m not?” Pulling out, I slick my fingers, sinking two back into him, his hole so soft now, there’s no resistance. “Am I not taking care of your perfect little hole?”
“Yeees.” The word is pure relief as I stroke him deep, his ass chasing the movement. “Yes, you are.”
Satisfaction tears through me at watching him this needy.
“But it’s not enough for you.” I slip my fingers out, and he whines, his hole clenching around nothing while I pull myself out and lube up. “Is it, baby?”
His breath hitches hard when he feels the fat head of my cock notching at his slick hole, his body bowing for me.
“No,” I soothe, even as unimaginable heat engulfs my tip. “No, you need something else.” I fuck just my tip in and out of him until he starts sobbing.
“Liam, please…”
I fill him in one hard stroke, blanketing his body and gripping his throat when his neck arches in a choked scream.
And I fucking unleash on him.
It’s a hard, fast fuck, all base, primal instinct. A branding. A filthy marking. And he’s in fucking heaven. He loves that I’m pounding his sloppy hole. He loves that I’m holding him by his throat and he can do nothing but take what I give him.
There’s nothing but slapping skin, sweat, grunts, and Cooper’s blissed-out face that makes me crazy.
I fuck his spot ruthlessly, and he’s trembling. He’s trembling violently on my cock, his mouth slack, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
“That’s what you wanted, baby boy. That’s why you walked out in that slutty little bathing suit that makes you look fucking edible.
You wanted my attention, and you got it.
” I drive into him deep, my thrusts no longer controlled because there’s blinding heat rushing down my spine, coiling in my gut, and he’s already pulsing around me.
“Now, you’ll get what you asked for and come on my cock like the good fucking boy you are.
And when you put your black little thing on afterwards, you’ll do it with your balls empty and your ass leaking my cum. ”
And that’s exactly how he comes—my hand rubbing his throat, his body molded to mine, his warmth wrapped around me, squeezing me perfectly, and me nuzzling his temple, finally closing my eyes as ecstasy washes over me and I pour everything I have, everything I am, inside him.
We collapse on the bed, and I try to move in order not to crush him, but he makes a sound of protest, so I stop, and he sighs.
“We don’t hydrate enough for how much we come,” he mumbles, smile tipping the corner of his lips as he peeks at me over his folded arm.
He smiles even more when I pepper kisses all over his face, or at least the part I can reach.
“You have no one to blame but yourself, Coop. How am I supposed to control myself around you?”
He looks at me with an intensity I don’t understand before he’s shifting so we’re on our sides and he’s in my arms.
“I don’t want you to control yourself around me.
I hope you never stop wanting me like this, looking at me like you’re blind to anything else but me, touching me like you’ve never held anything more precious.
” His eyes are the clearest blue, his cheeks still rosy, his black hair all over the place.
He sucks the oxygen out of the room. “Call me your baby, your sweetheart, your Coop.” He gives me an impish smile that makes my pulse speed up.
“Call me beautiful, call me every filthy thing you can think of. Just don’t stop. Never stop.”
“Never,” I promise him, voice thick, my hand cradling his face. “Never, Coop.”
He nods, craning his neck to kiss me. I think he means to keep it brief, but he clings for more, melting when I take his mouth slowly, unhurriedly.
“Do you still want to sunbathe?” I ask, and we both chuckle against each other.
“As much as I want to, I doubt I’ll be able to move for a while.”
“Was I too rough on you, baby?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head with a smile. “Just a little sore, but I can’t get my legs to stop shaking. Hey!” He smacks my bicep, and I laugh. “Smugness isn’t attractive.”
“Isn’t it?” I breathe on his throat, pressing a small kiss behind his ear.
“Okay, just a little bit,” he relents.
I grin, feeling so light, I’m sure I would be floating off this bed if he wasn’t the one grounding me to it and to him.
He scrunches his eyebrows in thought.
“So what can we do that doesn’t require me to move too much?”
“Want a suggestion?”
He nods. “Please.”
“Warm bath, card games, food, hammock.”
“You’re a genius, you know that?”
“I do.”
“And so modest.”
“Your words, baby, not mine.”
Cooper beams at me.
“Will you also carry me to and from all those things?”
“I’ll carry you wherever you want.”
His smile softens, and my heart skips a beat.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he whispers, his lips already parting as I lean in.
“I’m counting on it,” I breathe, pouring the words into him.
It’s a while before we do any of the things I mentioned.
Neither of us cares.