Addicted

Chapter 45.

I sit back. His head was still below me, and I look down at him, his mouth was glistening with me on him, which made me smile.

"Hi," I say. My heart rate was still completely drumming in my chest.

"Hey," he responds and laughs.

I roll off of him, careful not to get any of his orgasm on my bedsheets again. I lay down on the bed with my arms outstretched, trying to come down from my high.

"Thank you," I sigh.

"No, thank you!" he responds.

We both breathed deeply together, trying to catch our breath. Like always, I could feel my pulse everywhere, mainly in the apex of my thighs.

Once I felt like the feeling had subsided enough, I jumped up from bed and grabbed his shirt that was leaning on the floor, wiping my hand on it.

"Hey! That's my shirt," he exclaims, leaning up on his elbows.

"Hey! This is your jizz," I say back, holding up my hand.

"Touché," he laughs, making me smile. I throw his shirt at him.

"Wipe up, you're filthy," I smirk.

"Ooh dirty talk, I love it," he says, and I chuckle.

I begin heading to my bedroom door.

"No, Alison!" he shouts and gets up from the bed. Before I could open the door he has already put his hand against the door to keep it shut.

"Shh! There are people sleeping in this house," I shush him.

"You're about to walk out there dressed like... well, like this." He gestures to what I'm wearing, or more like what I'm not wearing.

"Like I said, everyone's asleep," I shrug.

"Can you just- please, pretty please put some plants on," he closes his eyes and sighs. "Please," he repeats again.

I roll my eyes. "Fine." I pull my tattered pair of underwear off and throw them at him.

"You owe me a new pair," I say with a cheeky smile.

I put on a pair of tracksuit pants. I could feel my orgasm between my legs when I walk. The way in which I orgasmed made it spread further down my thigh.

I quickly ducked into the bathroom, and felt Zac follow after me.

"You should really stop following me," I smile and turn the water on.

"Just making sure you get cleaned up nicely, since I made you so dirty," he shrugs jokingly, and I giggle.

His jeans hung dangerously low on his hips and he was shirtless.

It wasn't soon later that the smoke from the hot shower filled the room. I gestured for my hands to undo the corset, but he reaches out to my wrists and holds my hands where they are.

"Can I do that?" he asks, and I look up at him. I nod my head, taking away my hands and letting them sit by my sides.

His hands come to my sides, caressing my hips until I stand directly in front of him.

"You should definitely wear this more often," he says, circling his hand over my sides. His hands rise up and he undoes the clasp from the top downwards. His eyes are set on the task in front of him and I try and suppress my smile from how hard he's focusing on the task in front of him. I felt so much pressure release when he unbuttons each clasp and then soon it was completely unbuttoned.