I wanted him happy, of course I did, but a selfish part of me wanted him to not go back and delay his return as much as possible.
“Please, say something.”
I met his pleading gaze, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Thank you for this. I accept your apology.” His features softened, his lips curling into a half-smile. “I know I can’t force you to rest until you’ve completely recovered—not that I want to—but I worry. I don’t want you injured, Liam.”
He stood up and lessened the distance between us.
“I won’t be,” he murmured, taking my hands into his. “You’re so sweet, do you know that?”
It was official. I was lovesick. How else to describe the feeling of longing as if we hadn’t touched for days when we were talking about hours only? My fingers intertwined with his automatically, seeking his warm touch.
“Now it’s time for me to insert a corny phrase and say you’re way sweeter than me.”
“You’re anything but corny, Alison.”
His lips were only inches away from mine, his breath almost tickling me.
“These days I feel so corny.”
He was almost kissing me, and I had trouble breathing. “Yeah? Don’t.”
I opened my mouth to give him my answer, but then he pressed his lips against mine, and I sank into his vehement embrace. Our hands made their journey across our bodies, exploring, caressing, turning the world into only us two in this apartment. The only things that mattered to me were his next kiss, next touch, next embrace.
He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom, stopping only to turn on the light. He laid me down on my bed and covered my body with his, his face hovering above mine.
“I felt like shit. I thought I was never going to see you again, and it scared me. For some reason, it scared the hell out of me.”
His confession took me by surprise, for it could mean I meant more to him than I’d thought. I didn’t have time to think about it because he captured my lips again and covered my breasts with his hands, his thumbs connecting with my hardened nipples.
“Look at those perfect nipples.” His gaze on my chest was searing. “Always reacting to me so willingly. I bet your pussy is dripping wet right now.” His hand slid down my belly and under the waistband of my shorts. He rubbed me over the lace fabric of my thong, and my mound produced more wetness, soaking my already ruined underwear. “Mmm. Just as I’ve thought.”
I moaned, arching my back as I thrust my hips toward him, needing him to press his hand against my heated core. As if reading my thoughts, he pulled my thong aside and pushed his fingers through my wet folds, his other hand pinching and twisting my nipple.
“Ah, Liam… Jesus…”
“So sexy. Yes, rub yourself against my hand.” I didn’t even notice when I had started grinding against his hand, only aware of the increasing pleasure that permeated my core. I moved faster, chasing the feeling again and again, until he plunged three fingers into me, spreading me widely.
“Liam! Shit.”
“You like this, huh? You like me stretching your pussy? Wait until I put my thick cock into you. I’ll fuck your brains out.”
My juices were overflowing out of me now, each thrust of his fingers making me wetter, and I was beyond myself with ecstasy. I writhed on the bed, gripping my sheets as my hips rolled uncontrollably. He pulled my shorts away from me in one rapid move and lowered himself, grabbing my thighs to keep them separated.
“Yes,” I breathed out when his mouth landed on my pulsating flesh, his tongue rolling over my clit and vulva. I laced my fingers into his hair and drew him closer to me, too dazed to care if I was too rough or not.
He brought his fingers back to my entrance and thrust them deep inside, and the simultaneous sensations were almost too much. I called his name once, twice, three times, going higher and higher as he devoured me, and I was about to come any moment.
“Don’t stop. I’m coming. Ah!”
Arching my back, I pushed my pussy against his mouth and screamed, riding wave after wave of an unbelievably intense pleasure.
“Delicious.” He licked his lower lip, his eyes swallowing me whole. “I’m getting hooked on you.”
“I’m already hooked on you,” I muttered something that had been on my mind for quite some time now before I thought better of it.
I went to my knees and pushed him down to the bed, my hands reaching out for the hem of his shirt. “Now I get to play with you.”
He bit into his lip, groaning, letting me take his shirt off. A wave of heat washed over me when I drank in his chiseled torso, sculpted to perfection. My hands skidded over his chest, my tongue leaving a wet trail as I traced his abs and chest slowly, ever so slowly.
Instantly, his body turned rigid, his hands curling into fists on his sides while I explored his magnificent body. I flickered my tongue over one nipple, smiling when it puckered upon the contact, and then the other, earning a loud hiss from him.
“You’re killing me.” He yanked at my hair, pulling me upward to meet my lips. His tongue was demanding as it slid over mine, creating coiling tension in the pit of my stomach.
I wanted him so much, but I also wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel. I needed to see his face as I took his cock into my mouth.
I unfastened his belt and drew his jeans down along with his black boxers. His cock was a picture of pure strength, rigid and large, and my pussy throbbed just at the sight of it.
“This is a work of art,” I told him, running my thumb over his wet tip to pick his precum. More juices poured out, and I lapped at them greedily. His dick was twitching in my hand non-stop, becoming even harder.
“Damn. That’s so good.”
I wrapped my lips around his silky head, licking it one more time, and pushed him into my mouth.
“Alison!” He pressed his fingers into my head, slightly pushing me down, and his hips moved upward.
I was able to take only two-thirds of his cock, wondering how on Earth was I able to take all of this inside of me? I started sucking him slowly, my eyes on his, and then faster and faster. I could feel his juices in the back of my throat, coming out in abundant amounts, and it was too hot. My pussy was constricting in need, begging me to move and impale myself on him. I couldn’t control myself much longer. After a few minutes, I gripped his cock and positioned myself above him, straddling him.
“I need you inside of me. Now.” I couldn’t recognize my voice, coated with desire.
I lowered myself on him, taking all of his impressive length inside of me at once. I was that wet. My pussy stretched to accommodate him, my walls hugging him tightly, and it was overwhelming. My hands going to his chest, I started fucking him, maintaining our eye contact.
There was something purely intimate in the way I took him inside of me as we watched each other, and I felt like we were connected on some deeper level. He was owning more parts of me, bringing me bliss and joy, and I finally felt like I’d found my home. I found someone I wanted to be with forever.
There were no more fictional lists in my head about the kind of guy I wanted but could never find. All that was in my mind now was Liam and the way he made me feel whole—both mentally and physically.
Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face since his gaze smoldered, and his features almost turned soft.
He flipped us over, ending on top of me while supporting himself with his healthy knee, and cupped my face.
“You’re so special, baby. You feel perfect to me.”
His kiss was sweet this time, his lips slowly caressing mine as he thrust into me. He wasn’t fast and it seemed as if he wanted to savor me this time, and for the first time ever, I felt like I wanted to cry from happiness. During fricking sex. I was becoming too mushy, definitely.
He nibbled his way to my earlobe, moving faster now, and there was no more place for thinking, just feeling. I wrapped my legs around his waist, careful not to pull him too hard because of his knee, my hips movin
g to meet his in our increasing tempo. Swirls of fire filled me, announcing another orgasm, and it was mind-numbing.
With a scream, I shattered around him, burying my nails into his shoulders when the sensations became too strong. His face taut, he moved even faster, close to his own release.
“So good and tight… And mine.” The possessive look in his eyes almost took my breath away.
He pulled out of me and grabbed his cock. Leaning on one arm, he jerked himself off, sending hot shots of his sperm to my belly, and it was so erotic.
I started giggling, feeling as if I was high on some drug. Giddiness spread through me.
“That good, huh?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“You know it.”
My limbs felt heavy, and my eyes started closing.
“Hey. Don’t fall asleep on me!” I looked back at him, grinning. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Now get up. We’re about to take a nice long shower.”
Now that sounded like something I mustn’t miss for anything in this world.
“Yes, sir!”
8
I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam the whole day, high on him. Nothing new about that. It was like he was my drug indeed, infiltrating my system fast and making me want more and more. I was grinning like a fool, and I had my clients asking me a couple of times if I’d won a lottery or something because I was smiling non-stop. Claire told me my face was glowing, while Marissa mentioned I looked like I had been properly fucked. She hit the nail on the head.
After the steamy sex in the shower, he took me once more on the floor in my bedroom, and I couldn’t believe his stamina. Even this morning, before I got ready for work, he fucked me against the wall in the hallway, which made me almost late for my first client.
As soon as I finished with the last client for the day, I headed to Liam’s place to help him with his exercises. My stomach was in a knot and my heart sped up at the thought of seeing him again.
My hands were actually sweating when I reached his place. You’re getting more pathetic every day, Alison. You’re not a high school girl going on her first date.
I rang his bell, smoothing my hair with one hand.
He opened the door in sexy gray trainers and a white tank top that revealed his brawny arms and shoulders, and he looked gorgeous. If he wasn’t injured, I would jump on him, wrap my legs around his waist, and kiss him senseless.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted me and drew me into his embrace, his hands sliding down my ass.
Our mouths fused, and it was all I could do not to fuck him right now.
“Wait, wait, wait. If we keep this up, you’ll miss your exercises.”
“I don’t care,” he muttered and pulled me back to him, but I wiggled out of his embrace, giggling.
“Come on now, Liam. Let’s be responsible, okay?”
Several exercises later, it was getting harder to stay focused when the tension in his gym grew so thick that you could cut through it. I was seated on his bench press, watching his bulging muscles in all their glory, and my mind got stuck in the gutter. How good would it be to have those arms holding me, his fingers exploring my body before they penetrated my soaking wet pussy?
I wanted to push him down, sit on his face, and ride it, reaching the orgasm I needed so badly now. Then I would ride his cock, coming all over it…
“I can almost hear your thoughts, babe,” he said through gritted teeth, finishing his exercise against the wall.
“Oh yeah? What am I thinking about?”
His walk was still unsteady as he neared me, the determination on his face freezing me in place.
“That you want my mouth on your sweet, pink pussy.” He stopped in front of me and went down on his healthy knee. His hands gripped my knees. “You want to come all over my face. You want to make a mess out of it before you get my cock inside of you. Is that right?”
I was tongue-tied, my pussy burning. He had already pulled my pants and underwear down, leaving me in my shirt. He pushed me to lie down on the bench press and left a kiss above my knee. Then a kiss on the inner side of my thigh. Then the other thigh. And then he left a line of heated kisses all over my thigh to my core, moving languidly.
“Ah… Yes.” I moaned when his lips made contact with my puffy vulva. He circled around my clit, never reaching the place I needed his lips the most, and it was increasing the pressure within me big-time. “Please. I need…” I squirmed when he lowered his mouth to my entrance and licked it, his eyes snapping upward to meet mine.
“As always, so delicious. The best dessert ever.”
His hands held my thighs firmly, holding them in place, and being this open to him only made my pussy throb harder. He finally rewarded my clit when he sucked it into his mouth, and the feeling was divine.
“Honey...”
I was truly in heaven, grinding myself against his face as he sucked me harder and harder, feeding me with explosive sensations that grew stronger the more he pleasured me.
“Yes. Ah, yes, Liam. Just like that. I’m going to come if you keep doing it. Yes. Keep it—”
I screamed when he pulled my clit really hard, which was all I needed to erupt in one of my really powerful orgasms, which lasted much longer than the ordinary ones.
I was limp when he lay down on the floor and pulled me on top of him, his trainers and boxers already lowered to his ankles.
I didn’t waste a second, sliding down his raging dick as if I was starving for it. Actually, yes. I was starving for him, for this—the precious moment when pleasure erased all reason and I wasn’t myself anymore.
His hands went underneath my shirt and bra and latched onto my breasts. I rolled my head when the intense pleasure ran through me, my nipples rising to meet his warm palms.
“I love when you’re riding me like this, babe. If you only knew how sexy you look like that.” He hissed when I clenched my inner muscles around him, using the trick I’d learned a long time ago. “If you keep doing it, I’ll cum in no time.”
I clenched my pussy again, taunting him, which earned me a slap on my ass.
“You’re very naughty.” He sat up and positioned me on him so that he was at a deeper angle inside of me. “You’re going to get punished for that.”
He began drilling me, thrusting into me fast and hard.
“Ah, Liam!”
His lips claimed mine, our tongues twirling over each other as he fed me with sensations I could barely stand. His tip hit my cervix each time, sending waves of pain mixed with pleasure through me, and I never wanted him to stop.
I came hard, but he didn’t stop moving, which brought me another climax, and then another, and it was mind-blowing. My juices were all over us, allowing him to penetrate my slick hole a lot quicker, and it was too damn hot.
“Fuck. I’m cumming.”
After two sharp thrusts, he stilled and emptied himself inside of me, the feel of his twitching cock and cum in me triggering a mini orgasm.
I rolled off him and lay down on the floor, totally spent. With a smirk, he observed my chest rise and fall rapidly, a smug expression settling on his face. Then he smacked his forehead.
“Ah, fuck.”
“What?”
“We forgot the condom. Are you on the pill?”
I beamed at him, amused by his half-panicking expression. “Yeah, I’m on the pill. So don’t worry about it.”
“Good. I can’t believe I’d completely forgotten about protection. By the way, I’m clean.”
“Me too.” I sat up and caressed his cheek with my knuckles. “Has it ever happened to you before? To forget to wear a condom?”
He took my wrist and kissed my palm. The gesture was so sweet.
“Nope. Only with you. I think I’m losing my mind next to you. You’ve infiltrated my system and I can’t get you out.”
Wow. “Now you described exactly how I feel about you.”
Hearing this did something
strange to me, and I was melting on the inside. Once more, I was becoming emotional, my hands longing to pull him close to me and hold him in the tightest embrace possible.
And then it came to me.
I’d fallen in love with him.
After so many days of trying not to, my heart decided to rebel against me and fall for this guy who wasn’t meant to be mine.
Just great, Alison. You’ve managed to totally, irrevocably screw up. A round of applause for the biggest moron, please!
His eyes were ever so serious as he peered into mine, his hand resting idly on my naked shoulder. “I enjoy being with you a lot. I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?”
“How you make me feel. I have to admit to you—I’m not a serious type of relationship guy. I prefer keeping it casual, not only because I like it that way, but also because I can’t find the right one for me.”
This was it. This was the speech in which he admits this was all just a casual hook-up for him and it was good while it lasted.
I could barely focus on his next words, fighting not to show hurt on my face.
“When you’re a top player like me, and I’m not bragging here, it’s hard to find a person who wants you for who you are. All girls see just this.” He motioned to himself, grimacing. “They get attracted to façade, fame, money, but they never look beneath the surface. So just as they used me, I used them for a few hours of good times until we each went our own way.”
“That sounds depressing.”
“That is depressing. But when I was younger I didn’t care about it. Now…”
“Now what?”
“Now I’ve met you, and I feel like…”
I leaned closer to him, anticipating his next words badly. “Feel like?”
“Like I—”
We flinched when his phone rang, its shrill sounds cutting through the air.
Shit. The moment was gone.
“Sorry. Let me answer that.”
He stood up, easier than yesterday, and snatched his phone from the floor. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and tossed it to me, answering his call.
“Hello, coach. What’s up?”
I suppressed my giggle when Liam’s cum poured out of me the moment I stood up. My inner muscles twitched in response. I was already missing him.
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