Craved

Chapter 9.

Alison POV. 

I was in the most uncomfortable position humanly imaginable but Christ, did I feel good. He makes me feel good. 

“More,” I moan. I needed more. I could feel that I was close already, but I needed something extra to send me over the edge. 

I took my legs around him, as if that would help drive my need and it did help slightly, but when his hands hook around my legs and he pulls me closer towards him so that I’m almost laying back, I gasp as he deepens further inside of me. I don’t think he has ever been this kind of deep inside of me before. 

He’s holding most of my weight as he thrusts harder and deeper inside of me. 

His hand reaches down between us until his thumb to lightly circles against my c******s making me flinch every few seconds. 

“There!” I almost shout. “Don’t move,” I moan. Don’t you dare f*****g move. He was hitting the right spot, both inside of me and with my c**t. I watch his thumb move against me and it’s what I need to make my insides tighten and build. Every move he made was like climbing a step to my orgasm. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, focusing on the feeling. 

“Come, Angel,” he begs me. 

My thighs tighten further, and I feel the heat build in them and in the pit of my stomach until I completely explode. This is intense. My whole-body shakes from my orgasm and I was desperate to close my legs to relieve the pressure, but Zac keeps them apart. 

He calls out my name as he finds his own release, thrusting into me a final time. 

His head falls forward until it was resting on my own and we both tried to catch out breaths. 

He pulled out of me, taking a step back, taking off the condom and pulling up his pants. I jumped down from the sink, shaking out my legs.

I looked between Zac and everything else in the bathroom and hated the awkwardness that was in the air between us. I stooped down to pick up my underwear, heading straight to one of the stalls. I peed and cleaned myself up, adjusting my dress and putting my underwear back on. When I walked back out, he was still standing there waiting for me. 

I ignored him, walking past and to the sink where only moments ago we were f*****g. I washed my hands and wiped my smudged eyeliner from underneath my eyes. 

I looked like I had been f****d every which way, meanwhile he looked so cool and composed. Not a single hair was out of place. I watched him zip up his fly and the sight of that was enough to feel my heart flutter. 

The silence between us wasn’t an uncomfortable place, but it was one that I didn’t want to be in. I kept my eyes on him in the mirror and took in a deep breath. My bud was still pulsing from where he was only moments ago.

“I need to get back to work,” I said in a soft voice. 

“Okay,” he responds, and I see his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. “Will you be home tonight?” 

“Yes.”

“Have you got a lift home?”

“Yes, I drive now,” I state, and his smile grows. “I should really get back now,” I tell him, my own smile growing with his. He takes steps closer towards me his hand raising and brushing my cheek lightly. 

“Okay… just don’t go dancing with any strangers now,” he leans in and whispers and I watch him leave the employees bathroom feeling as if he had taken the remainder of my breath with him. 

After finally catching my breath, I left the bathroom, heading straight back behind the bar and replacing Holly who had covered for me. 

“It’s funny,” Maddie says, sliding up beside me. “I didn’t know Zac worked here,” the smile on her face showed that she knew what had happened. 

“He just needed to use the bathroom,” I justified, but knowing I was going fifty shades of red. 

“Cause apparently we don’t have one for the guests?” She challenges and the large smile on her face makes me chuckle. 

“Oh, not to mention that you have the worst s*x hair,” she adds, and I laugh loudly. 

“Do I really?” My hand instinctively reaches up and despite my hair being curled, I flattened it down 

“It’s like it defies gravity,” she chuckles and begins to flatten my hair down, twisting at the same time so that the curls fall back into place. “Wild, yet sexy,” she noted, with a stamp of approval. 

The rest of the night the bud between my legs would pulse every time I thought of Zac, reminding me of where he had been. It was the only feeling I had aside from the numbness that coated my body from his absence. The rest of the night was a complete blur and I felt like a robot going through all of the motions. All I could think about for the rest of my shift was him. His words from this morning filtered through my head. Was I afraid to let myself love him? I knew that I loved him, with every cell in my body, but to letmyself to love him was a completely different side to it.

Falling in love was the last thing I ever expected for me to have in my life and finding him was a gift, but I was so afraid to give myself completely to him. He hurt me so many times now and what if he does again in the future when we’re fully submerged within this relationship? I could barely even keep myself sane for the time we were apart. If I allowed myself to truly be with him, I would always be waiting for the awe to fall and swallow me whole. I don’t think I could live through another heartbreak, and I don’t think he could either. 

I admit that I am afraid. 

By the time I had left the bar and driven home, a migraine had formed and all I wanted to do was cry and sleep. 

I went straight for the shower, taking my clothes off quickly before stepping into the warm cascading water. 

After washing my hair and cleaning my face, I felt as if I couldn’t even stand anymore and every feeling I had ever felt, rushed though out my body. All of the hate, love, anger, frustration, lust and need. 

I dropped to the floor, sitting down and curling my knees up to my chest and allowed the tears to fall down my face. I could taste their saltiness at the corners of my mouth. 

Abruptly, the bathroom door opened, and I was about to shout at Emmett to let him know I was in here when Zac’s face peered around the corner and I stopped dead in my tracks. 

He takes one look at my face and before I could stop him, he walks into the shower, drenching his boxer PJ’s bottoms, and takes a seat behind me, letting either of his legs rest at my sides and wraps his arms around my waist. 

I shake violently as I sob, letting Zac’s hands hold me close and tight to his own body. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my shoulder, planting a kiss there. 

He knew me and what I was crying about. He could read me like a book. 

I didn’t want to feel like this right now. I knew he could make me feel better, the only way we knew best. 

I twist turning to my side to face him and I watch his startled eyes search my face. I cup his cheek and lean forward, sucking his bottom lip and the water that was there, and already that spark that ignites through my body, made my cold soul feel warmer.