Craved

Chapter 16.

Alison POV.

I didn’t even realise that all the houses had vanished and all that was left on either side of the road were forests with damp and dark looking trees. I contemplated asking him where we were, but I was sure Zac knew where we were going. He did mention it was his vacation house, so surely, he knew the way off my heart.

Zac had abruptly turned left to drive the car down a skinny road, that would have probably gone undetected at night. After a couple of miles, when I thought we would never see the end of the forest, the trees began to slowly thin out as we travelled further and further down the road. The soon, all the only visible trees were ones purposefully placed, evenly spaced on either side of the road that had now turned into a driveway for the large house that appeared in the distance.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I say to no one in particular. 

The house was evenly proportioned as a square structure, possibly three stories tall. The house looked like it had been standing for centuries with its brown wood, but it was noticeably restructured. Whenever there wasn’t a wall made from light brown brick or brown wood, there would we walls made of glass. The whole house looked incredibly luxurious and expensive.

I noticed Zac smile as he parked the car. 

“This is your holiday house?” I say, barely able to keep my eyes away from the magnificent structure in front of me. 

“It’s not mine, it’s my families,” 

I mumbled my response, unable to care anymore about the conversation. 

“You’re more than welcome to give me this house as a birthday gift,” I joked and savoured the sound of his chuckle. 

“I’ll remember that!” he states.

I can hear him get out of the car and open the boot, but I’m too transfixed on the house, and then suddenly my door opens. 

“It’s nicer on the inside,” he says, and his hand is outstretched, palm up. “Shall we?” 

I take his hand eagerly, realising that he has already retrieved the bags from the back. 

I follow behind him, practically being dragged from the spot I was standing him. There was a small staircase leading to the front that we ascended quickly, and Zac made quick work of opening the front door. 

I had to suck in my breath from the site. The ceiling was double the height of the room we were in. The beams and columns were painted a charcoal grey, with walls of a dark tan cream and brown wooden ceilings.  A fireplace 

“Holy s**t!” I muttered and heard Zac laugh from beside me. 

“I’ll give you a quick tour.” 

I followed Zac mindlessly as he walked through the whole bottom level which included the kitchen, a bathroom, living room and dining room. I followed him to the glass wall, and he unlocks it, sliding a door open to a back patio. A hearth was the centre of the space with chairs fixtured around- but that wasn’t what had captured my eyes. From as far as the eye could see there was a waterfront view, and a dock with blankets of green trees surrounding the bank.

“I knew you’d like it,” Zac say, his smile widening. 

“Like it!” I scoff. Like was a too underrated of a word for how I was feeling. 

“Come, I’ll show you upstairs.” 

I think he know I wasn’t going to move, so he took my hand, dragging me back inside and closing the sliding glass door behind him. 

“Would you like to take the stairs or the elevator?” he asks. 

“What?” I stare at him. “There’s an elevator?” 

“Yes, we’re a very lazy family,” he jokes, and I nervously laugh. “So… the elevator?” 

“Sure,” I squeak. 

He takes me to the back left corner of the level and presses a button. The grey steel of the elevator was unmistakable. 

When we step inside together, I watch him press another button and smile as it lights up. 

As soon as the doors closed, the air between us charged and surged with electricity. I sucked in my breath, feeling my body respond to being confided with him. Goosebumps formed on my skin and my n*****s hardened, straining against my bra. 

I could hear him groan, and that sound vibrated throughout my whole body. 

I tempted a peak at him and noticed his jaw bouncing underneath his skin. 

It felt like it was an eternity in this elevator, but when the door had finally pinged open, Zac through our bags onto the next level and then he was compressed against me, his lips instantly finding my own. 

His whole body presses me up against the elevator wall, using his hips to compress against me. 

“God, I needed you all day,” he groaned against my mouth. 

I open my mouth wider for his tongue, gripping his shirt so he can compress himself tighter to my body. 

I loved him so much. Everything about him. I wanted more of him- needed more of him. 

He grinds his hips against my own, hitting me slightly above my pelvis and I needed him to go further down, to grind his hips again, in between my legs. 

I lifted one of my legs up and wrapped it around him, trying to open my legs up so he had better access. 

“I could take you here,” he moans, almost to himself. 

“Please,” I moan. I grip his hair in between my fingers and am satisfied when he groans in my mouth. His hands grip the side of my thigh, sliding up to my hip, and electricity follows with the skin-to-skin contact. 

Both of his hands cup my ass, pushing forward so that I was compressed against his hardening d**k and then he lifts, allowing me to wrap both of my feet around his torso. I kept stable with my back pressed against the wall but had to shift when Zac began to move away, walking through the elevator doors. 

I didn’t even bother fighting him over letting me down because I was heavy. The number of times he has had to carry me! He almost tripped over the bags he had thrown on the level but we were at a door next and I helped him open it, not spending another moment away from his skin. 

He places me down on a bed, and follows on top of me, grinding his hips down, and I moan, loving the feeling of his hair between my fingers. 

His hand slide further up on the bare skin of my thighs until they reached my white laced underwear. His fingers delicately enter the waistband, and he begins to tug towards himself, pulling them down my legs. He parts quickly to remove my underwear, and then pulls up my dress, so that I was exposed from the waist down. 

“Thank f**k to whoever invented dresses,” he groans, and I suppress a smile. His hand travels to between my thighs, directly to the spot I wish he was already. He inserts a finger inside of me and I buck my hips to meet his hand, tilting my head back and arching my back. 

“f**k, you’re wet!” 

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.