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.

His eyes followed me as I cleaned myself, planning to invite him to take a shower with me. I pulled my clothes back on, but then I halted mid-step when I took in his expression. His features were becoming stern, his mouth tight-lipped as he stared at one spot on the floor.

“No, wait. What?”

My eyebrows scrunched up together. He was gripping his phone too hard.

“You can’t be serious.” He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head. “No! I can recover in time! I can do this—”

His pained expression brought lead to my stomach.

“But, coach!” He looked like he would fling his phone away, breathing heavily. “Coach!” He looked at his phone and cursed.

“What’s going on, Liam?”

He dropped his phone on the bench press, furious. “He told me they can’t be certain I would be ready to play any time sooner, and even if I was ready, I would miss the preparations… They already need me there, but since I’m stuck here…” He looked defeated when he finally met my gaze. “I’m out of the Euro cup.”