Craved

Chapter 17.

Alison POV. 

Of course, I was so wet. I was ready to jump him in the car and now that we were here, I was twice as ready. 

I groan loud when he arches his finger and presses against my front wall, and he uses his palm to cup my c******s. My back arches and my hips had a mind of their own, rising and falling with his hand. 

His lips fall to my neck, and he nibbles the skin underneath my ear, making a trail down my neck. I make a noise somewhere between a sigh and moan when his teeth graze over my collarbone and my body shakes with his palm rubbing against my c******s. 

“I want you, now!” I basically command. 

Zac pulls his finger from out of me, unzipping his jeans, and I watch biting my lower lip and panting. 

His hands bury themselves in one of his pockets until a foil packet is seen. He’s already unwrapping the condom and I watch greedily as he wraps it over his d**k. 

I sit up, feeling my heartbeat in my ears and watch his face look over my legs spread wide open. 

He slowly, and delicately shifts his hips, so his length grazes my core and I shiver with need and desperation. 

I was craving him and needed him desperately. 

I sat further up to watch as his hips sift forward and in one clean move he enters inside of me, and we both sigh in unison as he fills me. My eyes briefly close as he enters inside of me, but I force them open to watch his hips move back and forth to enter in and out of my entrance. His hands hold either side of my hips, lightly digging in as he continues to pump in and out of me. 

“Oh please,” I sigh, leaning back. 

The sound of our lovemaking was only turning me on more. He leans up further away from me, resting further back on his knees, shifting the position of his p***s and moan when it hits me in a spot that makes my body convulse. 

“Don’t move!” I almost shout. I needed him to continue hitting that one spot. I meet him thrust for thrust and feel myself rise higher and higher and then I fall, almost screaming his name as I come undone. 

He continues to pump in and out of me as I come down and my thigh shake uncontrollably. I try and supress the pressure my pulling my legs together, but Zac between my legs kept them open. 

Suddenly, Zac pulls out of my and in one swift movement he flips me over onto my front, and his fingers rub against my sensitive and swollen c******s. 

Holy f**k. I bury my face within the bed, groaning loudly and allowing the mattress to suppress the sound. 

He lifts one of my legs from the back of my thigh, so it is bent beside myself, flat against the bed, spreading my legs wide. He slams into me again from behind and I moan, loud, knowing that there was no one here besides us to hear me. 

I hear Zac groan just a loudly, continuing to move inside of me and allowing a whole new depth inside of me. 

I grip the sheets in my hands, fisting the white material and enjoy the sounds of Zac and I frantically breathing in unison. 

I tried pushing my ass into his hips, trying to meet him, but his hands pressing down on my hips, kept me embolised; which only made the intense feeling in my stomach grow… again. 

“Oh,” I moaned into the mattress. I could feel orgasm continue to grow higher and higher with every thrust. 

“f**k, Angel! I need you to come,” Zac moans, and I can feel the strain in his voice. 

I felt so tightly wound up, and with his words, I felt my body relax, allowing my orgasm to take over my whole body. My legs shook with the intensity and not soon later, Zac followed, pausing inside of me as he found his release. 

Zac collapses next to me, laying on his back and I watch his chest rise and fall with his eyes closed. I smiled to myself when I realised, we were essentially still dressed and have just made love with our shoes still on. 

I waited until I couldn’t feel the pulse throbbing between my legs until I could move again and used the balls of my feet to kick off the heels of my sneakers and pulled my dress down. 

“Good job,” Zac says with a raise of his hands, and I lazily lift my hand up, giving him a high five and then chuckling. I watch him take off the condom, tie a knot around the head and discard it into the bin next to the bed. 

“You’re so charming,” I laugh. 

“No, you’re charming.” 

I chuckled again, turning over on my side so I could see him.

He was beautiful. His cheeks had a little pink to them, and I was sure that my entire face and neck were flushed red. 

I leaned up to caress his cheek and leaned down to softly kiss him on his lips 

“My beautiful Angel,” he whispers, and both of his hands hold each side of my face as I look down at him, feeling my smile break through without permission. 

“Hmm,” I hum, and then kiss the palm of his hand. I dart my head around looking at the room that we were in. 

“This room is massive,” I said. 

We were in a- what I think was a king-sized bed, that could probably fit five Emmett’s. The sheets were white and soft (and a great place to bury your head into while you’re getting f****d from behind). The whole room itself was twice the size of my room and the bathroom included with a tall boy in the corner and two dresser tables on either side of the bed. 

“So… this room is nice,” I say. 

“Thanks,” he smiles, “It’s my room.” 

“I honestly forgot this was your holiday home.”

“Too s*x crazed to remember?” He jokes and I feign hurt, swotting his arm. 

“I’m always s*x crazed for you, baby,” I say in a low voice and immediately regretted it. I pinch my face. “I don’t know why I called you ‘baby’,” I awkwardly laugh. 

I savour the sound of his loud laugh and smile broadly when his head tips back when he does. 

He was so beautiful, and it made something in the core of my body hurt slightly every time I looked at him. It was hard to believe that less than a year ago, we were only strangers. 

A part of me still though I didn’t know enough about him. I knew his favourite colour, how he likes his coffee and his favourite food, but that was just surface questions and I wanted to dive in deep. I wanted to know the real him. 

“Can I ask you a question?” 

“I don’t know, you just did, so probably yes,” he teases, and I swot his arm again. 

“I’m serious,” I state. 

He was still laying on his back, but his head was turned towards me with a large grin on his face. 

“You can ask me anything,” he smiles, and I know he’s telling the truth. 

“How did you become an addict?” I ask and I watch as his smile fades. 

Perhaps I couldn’t ask him anything…