Craved

Chapter 8.

Zac POV.

I was mad. Beyond mad. I was furious. 

For f**k sake. 

She turns to her right and enters the employee bathroom, but that doesn’t stop me. I follow in after her and I watch as she takes a step away from the sink and steps away from me. 

As soon as my eyes locked on to her, I turned away, locking the bathroom door. 

All I want to do right now is… f**k. 

“What are you doing? This is the employee’s bathroom,” she says, but as if that was going to stop me.

“The way I’m feeling, I don’t give a f**k, Angel,” I say in a deep voice. 

“We were just dancing, nothing more and nothing less. I had just met him tonight-” she begins rambling, sheepishly. 

Why would she let a man she just met dance like that with her? The idea infuriated me. 

Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve grasp her face and capture her lips with mine. Our teeth clash briefly but then my tongue is in her mouth and she’s tentatively tasting me back. 

She tastes amazing. So incredibly amazing. She was my most favourite things to taste. I have missed everything about her, and I would be damned if I was stopping now. 

Her fingers were in my hair, tugging hard and I moan against her mouth, pushing her hips closer towards me. 

God, I needed this and the way she’s kissing me back, I can tell she needs me too. 

I tilt her chin up, opening her mouth further to give me access and deepen the kiss.  

She moans against my mouth and my hand explores the side of her body. God, this dress was like silk on her body. I could feel everything underneath her dress. 

If I could… so could he. This made me mad. Every dip in her body was displayed to the world, but I wanted to be the only one who could explore them- not some stupid, pathetic, horny boy she just met. 

I grabbed her waist, pushing her up against the sink and she moans. I grasp underneath her plump ass, lifting her onto the sink and she helps me by using her hands. She opens her legs for me straight away and I eagerly shuffle myself in between them. 

My growing erection was making my pants uncomfortably tight and I was desperate to be buried in her… if she would let me.

“I want you,” I moan against her mouth, but it was more of a question. I press my hips against her sensitive spot as if imploring her to answer. 

“Let me f**k you, Angel,” I whisper against her lips. 

She pushes my face back from my jaw and looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes match my fervour and she stares at me with desperate desire. 

Please don’t say no. 

“Please,” she says and that’s all I need. 

I know she needs to get back to work soon, so I don’t waste any time. 

My hand curls up in between her thighs and I slip my finger inside of her, ignoring her underwear. 

Fuck, she was already wet. Wet, warm and waiting. Wet, warm and waiting for me and only me. 

I thrust my fingers inside of her, paying attention to the front wall, pressing my palm against her c**t. 

She was so incredibly warm. So hot. She was the f*****g sun and I was always Icarus, flying too close so that I melt. I thrust in her against and consume her cries in my mouth. 

Her head tilts up and she leans back slightly, trying to rock her hips against my hand. 

She grips the back of my head pulls my face forward until my lips were on her neck and I suck and bite at her neck, thinking about marking her so that the other fucker who was dancing with her can know that she is mine.

I can feel her thighs tighten, and she shakes as she rocks her hips a final time and she moans softly as she orgasms around my fingers. 

I consume her mouth in mine, savouring every cry. 

She leans back against the mirror, her eyes closed for a brief second as she savours her high. 

She’s so beautiful. Her cheeks were blushed and her hair messy. She was the most stunning woman I had ever seen. 

She always so warm, tight and wet and I was desperate to be buried in her. I needed to be buried inside her now. 

I pull her thighs apart, lifting them up slightly as I take off her panties. She rises herself off of the sink quickly to let me and I almost get carried away with the sight of pulling down her panties past those maroon f**k me boots.

I can barely contain myself. I undo the button of my jeans, releasing myself and sighing as my d**k isn’t compressed anymore. 

So slowly, I run my d**k against her opening and curse when my d**k comes away glistening. 

“You want this?” I ask her, making sure. 

She’s nodding her head and pleading with her eyes. “Please,” she sighs.

I pull the condom out of my back pocket and cover my length in latex. She looks at me with an all telling look when I retrieve the condom, like she is disappointed I have it. 

“A man can hope to f**k you,” I explain. I wouldn’t want to f**k anyone else besides her, but I don’t think she knows that. 

“I don’t care,” she groans and wraps her hand around my iron clad d**k, pulling me closer towards her so that I was positioned at her entrance. 

Her eyes are wide, desperately imploring me to continue. She wants this as much as I do. 

Without warning I bury myself in her. One thrust and I’m inside of her. 

How much I had missed her. 

This is what I needed. She was my saviour in so many ways. 

I pause, holding her face in my hand as my mouth goes slack. She feels like heaven. 

I watch as her own mouth slacken, and I feel her hip involuntarily rock for me making me gasp. She’s desperate for me. 

I start to move against her, really move. Thrusting in and out of her. I watch as my d**k appears then disappears with every trust, the sound of our panting intertwining and driving me on. 

I place my head in the crook of her neck, allowing me to see her face. 

Her face alone was so overwhelming with raw desire. Her eyes were inched shut and her mouth was agape, and I know that she was trying to feel all of the pleasure. 

We fit so well together. 

Seeing her face so full of lust almost made me come, but I refrained. 

I push into her again and again, and the feeling is euphoric. I will not stop until she comes. 

She tries to rock against me but is limited by our positions. Instead, with one hand she holds onto my hips, pushing me forward and continuing to let me move, while her other is pressed against the sink to give her balance as she tried to thrust back. 

“More,” she moans, and I feel her thighs tighten. 

She hooks them around me, spreading her legs out wider. I grip her hips, pulling her closer towards me so that she would almost be laying against the sink bench and I hear her gasp as this position deepens my c**k inside of her. I was holding most of her weight now, but f**k she felt so tight. 

I am going to make her feel so good. 

My hand reaches down between us and I use my thumb to lightly move in small circles on her c******s and I watch her flinch slightly and I chuckle to myself. 

“There!” she exclaims. With this new position, it was a lot easier for her to rock her hips against mine. “Don’t move,” she moans. She’s watching my thumb move against her c**t and every couple of second I feel her flinch. 

She pants and groans, and I force myself to keep my voice low from groaning out loud myself. Seeing her lose herself with me was enough to send me closer and closer to the edge. 

Fuck, I’m going to come. 

“Come, Angel,” I beg her, knowing I won’t last much longer. 

Her thighs tighten and she freezes, her head tilting back as she moans loudly and whole-body shakes in front of me from her intense orgasm. She tries to pull her knees together but their forced apart by my body as she crumbles into herself, still shaking from her high. 

I call out her name as I come violently inside of her, continuing to thrust into her and ride out our orgasms.