We got out of the room right in time for Claire and Jared’s toast, my lips swollen from his kisses. Marissa and Claire only smirked at me. They knew I’d sneaked out to get all “touchy-feely” with Liam.

Liam and I didn’t separate from each other as the party went on, tossing back a few drinks together and dancing like there was no tomorrow. I was having a great time and feeling pretty tipsy, but I was becoming impatient for this party to be over.

A little while after midnight, we finally arrived at his place, which was a rented apartment on the top of a skyscraper that overlooked the bay. The ride in the elevator was long enough for me to unbutton his shirt and leave a line of open-mouthed kisses all over his torso, burning with need.

His hands weren’t resting either, fondling my breasts and ass, and I was becoming wetter. When we barged into his place, he didn’t even bother turning the lights on, leading me straight to his bedroom.

He sat down on his bed and pulled me in between his wide open legs, palming my backside. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you these past few days. I was thinking it would pass, but then I saw you earlier and I couldn’t think of anything but having you like this.”

I moaned when his lips closed around my nipple over my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the material was so thin that it felt like there was nothing separating me from his hot mouth.

“I feel the same. I want you, Liam. I want you so badly.”

His hand reached under the hem of my skirt and followed my upper thigh, stopping just shy of my clit. I shifted on my feet, hoping he would move his fingers a bit higher and reach the place that needed his touch the most, but he didn’t.

“I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.” His now serious eyes held mine. “I’m not sure what we’re doing, but I can’t help my attraction to you.” His fingers inched a little closer to my wet pussy, and my body tightened in anticipation.

“I’m dying here to get inside of you, but I can’t give you any more than this. This is just sex and nothing more. So if you don’t want that, I’ll stop right now and I’ll call Uber to take you home.”

It was sweet how considerate he was. Usually, other guys would already be all over me, with no care about my feelings.

Maybe this wasn’t sensible and I was risking a lot by agreeing to nothing more but a few hours of pleasure, but right now I didn’t care about being responsible and protecting myself from being hurt. This would be just a few moments of fun, nothing more.

I cupped his cheeks. I was conflicted too, but I had to remember this was just a fling, nothing serious. It would all end after this night, so I wouldn’t entertain any false hopes.

“I’m well aware that this won’t lead anywhere. And I don’t care. Tonight, I just want to relax and enjoy this while it lasts.”

He didn’t move, observing my face for any trace of insecurity, but he wasn’t going to find any because I was far too lost in my lust. My skin was burning in the places he touched, and I couldn’t care less about tomorrow. All that mattered was now.

With a groan, he smashed his lips against mine and reached my pussy. Our tongues connected, and his hand went underneath my dress to cover my breast. My nipple was hard for him, hardening even more when he brushed his thumb over it, eliciting a moan from me.

“You’re so wet. All of this for me? So good.” I couldn’t recognize his voice, which was coated with lust. His fingers found my clit under my panties and began their sweet torture, rubbing and pinching. He moved my dress aside and placed his lips on my nipple, feeding me with pure pleasure.

“Liam…” I threw my head back, clutching his shoulders like they were my lifeline.

His lips were rough on my skin, merciless and fast, and it was intensifying the pleasure I felt. He bit the underside of my breast, holding my hip to keep me in place, but it was futile since I couldn’t stop thrusting my hips toward him. I was chasing something, chasing the out-of-this-world feeling his skillful fingers were promising me. I was so close…

As if he knew I would explode in a matter of seconds, he removed his fingers and spun me around. I ended lying on the bed with him in between my legs, his hands raising my dress to my waist.

“I need to taste you. I need to taste your little pussy…”

His tongue flickered over my clit, followed by several quick kisses all over my pulsating flesh. I grabbed his hair and pushed my hips up to meet his mouth, writhing underneath him in rising ecstasy.

“Yes… Don’t stop…”

I called his name again and again, overwhelmed when he pushed two digits into my hole while sucking my swollen nub. His thick fingers stretched me widely before they focused on my g-spot, grazing it each time they penetrated me. My voice wasn’t mine, mixed with screams and breathy moans, and I was reaching my peak quickly…

“Liam!” My hips rocked, my legs convulsing when I orgasmed hard, and my head spun.

He was quick to undress, back in between my legs by the time my last aftershock passed. He reached for the condom in his drawer and put it on himself in three seconds flat, moving with an urgency that matched mine.

He grabbed my hips and plunged into me, filling me fully at once, and commenced a rhythm that grew more powerful with each hard thrust. He was so thick!

“Ah! You’re so big… Ah…”

“I can’t believe how tight you are. Tight and all wet.”

He knelt and pulled me into his lap, never stopping his thrusts. This way he could fuck me even deeper, and it was robbing me of my breath. I started moving on top of him, pulling his lower lip into my mouth and sucking it the way he had sucked my clit.

“Ah, fuck. You feel much better than I’ve imagined.”

“Oh, so you were imagining me?”

“Every day. I kept seeing your firm and sexy ass in your black leggings, and it was driving me nuts.”

He was boosting my ego big-time. Liam, a Manchester United soccer player, wanted me. I never cared for titles and roles, but there was something sexy about having a guy as strong, confident, and charming as Liam attracted to me.

“Here. Look at it now,” I said and went on all fours, bringing my butt high in the air.

His groan added to my arousal, his large hands gripping my hip and ass before he pushed his dick back inside of me, moving even faster than before. His hand went to my hair and grabbed a few strands, holding it tight as he pounded me faster and faster, building an orgasmic pleasure in me that was threatening to burst any moment…

“Your ass is too sexy. Come on my cock, honey. Come right now.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. As soon as the last word came out of his mouth, I fell in a thousand pieces around him, screaming his name, and this time he followed me. After two more thrusts, his body turned rigid and he ejaculated, burying his head into my neck.

I was blissed out when he embraced me and spooned me, my breathing gradually slowing down as we lapsed into a comfortable silence.

I wasn’t aware of when I had dozed off, only that I awoke after an extremely erotic dream. My pussy was still pulsating after the climax dream-Liam had given me, which spurred me to remove the sheets that had been covering Liam’s body and take his flaccid cock into my hand.

I glanced at his face in the darkness, expecting him to snap his eyes open, but his breathing was even and deep. He didn’t even stir when I slid my fingers over his length, enjoying the feel of his silky softness in my hand.

Soon, his cock started hardening, and his face went taut. He was frowning, still sleeping, and a smile tugged at my lips. I reveled in touching him like this. He was thick and big, and I could barely wrap my fingers around him. I palmed his sac as I ran my hand slowly up and down his length, and I could feel beads of precum soaking my fingers. I wished I could see it… I wished I could see his cock as its juices oozed out of his swollen tip…

The lamp on the nightstand suddenly illuminated the room, and I raised my head to meet his gaze.

“Keep doing it. Just like that.” His eyes were pure fire as he watched me pleasure him. His chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, his hands clutching the mattress.

Returning his stare, I lowered my head and flickered his tip with my tongue. His cock jerked in my hand, his back arching. With a smirk, I licked him slowly, as if I was licking my favorite lollipop, keeping my eyes on him. He was panting now, his hand reaching out to grab my hair and guide me.

I wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth, earning a hoarse moan followed by a curse. He thrust his hips upward, cursing again when his head hit the back of my throat.

“Jesus, Alison… What are you doing to me?”

My tongue traced his length as I sucked him, increasing my pace with each passing second, and his juices coated my throat. I was high on this—high on being able to pleasure him like this—and before I knew it, my own juices leaked out of my pussy and trickled down my thighs.

“Stop.” He pushed my face away. “I don’t want to cum yet.” I didn’t have time to respond because he yanked me by my hips and made me straddle his face. “Ride my face, sweetheart.”

There was something animalistic in his eyes, something that made the blood pump faster in my veins, and I was growing hotter by the second. I ground myself against his mouth, holding onto the headboard for support. His tongue was caressing all the right places, his fingers digging into my hips. I rode him faster, almost there…

“Ah… I’m going to come… I’m going to come all over your face.”

I was pretty sure he said to soak his whole face, but his voice came out muffled, the vibrations of his voice doing exactly what I needed to climax. And I did. Gloriously and loudly, smearing my juices over his mouth, chin, nose… I made a mess out of his face.

I was on my back in a second. He snatched another condom from his drawer and buried himself deep into me moments later, placing my legs over his shoulders.

“You have no idea how good you make me feel. Your pussy is too perfect.”

He drove into me fast, holding my gaze as his hands roamed over my breasts and waist. I was mesmerized, lost in the depth of his grey eyes, admiring how hot he looked this way. He was a real man, the one I’d been fantasizing about all these years, and it was ironic I couldn’t have any more than this. Just my luck.

He grabbed my hips and raised them, entering me more deeply, and I drowned in sensations once more.

“It’s so good! I’m going to come. I’m going to come right now…”

“Yes, honey. Right on my cock.”

I orgasmed with his name on my lips, my hands clutching the sheets beneath me, and I felt like I went straight to the heaven. He didn’t stop fucking me, prolonging my orgasm, and I could hardly stand it…

“Liam! Oh God… Ah!”

He pressed his lips to mine and drank my moans, slamming into me a couple more times before he reached his own release.

His grunts as he came were one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I lowered my legs from his shoulders only to wrap them around his waist and pull him closer to me, needing his velvet skin against mine. His body was truly a work of art.

Only after we caught our breath, he lay down next to me and drew me to him. “This was amazing. The best wake-up ever.”

I snuggled up close to him, inhaling his beautiful scent that was a mix of his cologne and sweat. If this was any other situation, I’d say I would wake him up like that anytime, but I knew that was far-fetched in our case.

The moment I got out of his place, we would be over, and I didn’t want to give myself false hope that we could have anything real. Even if we had, which I was sure wouldn’t ever happen, he would go away, and I wasn’t fond of long-distance relationships. I’d tried dating a guy who was several states away once, and it didn’t end well. It was enough to say that Skype sexting wasn’t as nearly as good as the real deal.

And that was only one of many problems we’d had. I knew how painful it was to want someone so much, but there was no way to get anywhere near that person—not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not even after weeks.

“Time just flies with you,” he muttered, stroking my hair idly. I felt so good next to him, but I had to let go of this feeling. There was no future for us.

“I feel the same. But I guess it all ends here.” I tilted my head to look at him. His face was ever so serious as he returned my gaze. “It was fun and all, but this was all there was to it.” The tone of my voice didn’t carry disappointment or accusation. It didn’t convey anything negative. I was just stating the facts.

He nodded. “Yeah. This was all there was to it.” He pressed my head against his shoulder and embraced me more firmly. “Maybe one day, when I come back to the U.S. again, we can meet?”

I smiled, knowing very well there was no way I would agree to it. If I agreed, I would put my heart in danger. I knew myself well. I knew when a guy meant nothing to me and when he meant something. Liam could quickly mean something to me, and I wouldn’t even be able to prevent it. So it was better to end it here.

“Maybe,” I replied in a tone that left no place for doubt. We weren’t going to meet again.

He didn’t push this matter further.