Addicted

Chapter 61.

He parts from me, to the front door, turning the sign over from open to closed and locks the door.

I begin walking down one of the isles towards the back room and turn to watch him almost chasing after me. I squeal and laugh when he reaches me, his arms twisting around my body tickle me and I squeal even louder which makes him laugh.

He stops his playfulness, when we reach the back of the store. His hands rest on my hips and he pulls me towards him, so that I am pressed against his body.

"Feel how hard you make me," he murmurs into my hair, and I flex my hips back to feel his growing erection.

Fuck! He was very hard.

I flex my hips back again, rubbing my bottom against his dick.

"Oh!" he groans. His hand snakes in front of me, lightly holding the bottom of my neck to pull my face towards him. He plants a wet kiss on my lips, biting my lower lip and causing me to moan.

He moves his hips against me from behind and I moan, again, desperately needing him now.

"Can I please fuck you now?" he asks. His voice is soft and low and full of desperation.

"Yes, please," I whisper back.

"Put your hands up against the bookshelf," he commands, and I smile to myself. I do as I'm told.

Holy fuck, we're really doing this... at my work. Knowing that despite that fact that we were the only two people in the store, I still looked around to check. We were in the far back corner of the store, so were out of any public viewing.

As soon as I faced the bookshelf with my hands propped against it, Zac holds me by my hips and pushing them towards him, so that I was now stretched out and half bent over. His hands rise my skirt and lets it sit at my hips so that my ass was on display in my black lace panties.

"Jesus, fuck! You look good like this," he groans. I was practically panting and waiting, desperate for him.

He leans down, dipping each of his index fingers into my underwear and pulling down and I step out of them with his help. When he rises, his hand trails over the back of my leg and I moan under my breath, when his fingers reach the apex of my thighs and his middle finger presses down on my clit. I rock my hips back and hear him moan.

His finger trails down my opening and then pauses.

"What do we have here?" he questions, and I hold my breath.

Holy fuck! My tampon.

"Oh my god," I say and try and straighten up, but he pushes me back down.

"Don't you dare move," he says, lightly. "Are you bleeding from last night?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Are you sore?"

"Yes," I say.

"Too sore for me now?" he asks, concern laced in his voice.

"No," I say, probably too quickly because he chuckles. His leg is positioned between my own and he spreads my legs further apart.

"Thank God," he murmurs to himself. His fingers reach between my legs- WHAT?and he tugs on the blue string, pulling it out of me. HOLY FUCK, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

"Keep a hold of the bookshelf," he orders, before I can think about it for too long. I clasp the bookshelf, too mortified to even breathe.

I hear him undo his zipper then hear the ripping of the foil packet, and soon after feeling him positioned at my entrance. He pulls my hips back further to stretch my back out and to meet him.

"I don't know if you're ready for this position yet, but if it's too much, let me know and I'll stop."

And then he's inside of me.

I grip the bookshelf tighter, panting hard. Fuck I love this new feeling of being full, but this was so much deeper than before that it was almost painful.

"Stop, wait!" I call to him. "Don't move, just... let me adjust," I add.

He pauses still in me, letting me adjust to the new feeling. I rest my face in my shoulder, breathing hard as I become accustomed to this position.

I tilt my pelvis back, letting him move slightly inside of me and I moan.

Oh, this is sweet agony.

"Move," I beg.

He shifts his hips back and I contain my groan with the light sting I was feeling.

He moves slowly at first, testing me... making sure I was up for it. I force myself back onto him, listening to him groan with heavy breaths. He quickens to pace, grinding into me in a punishing rhythm and I met his hips thrust for thrust. He reaches around my body, his beautiful fingers finding my clit and pressing down. I moan, loudly.

"That's right, Angel, feel me." His breathing is ragged.

He was thrusting so hard now, that I could hear and feel the bookshelf shake, and one half of me was worried that the books would fall, but the other half of me didn't give two fucks, because Zac was fucking me from behind and I wanted and needed it.

I liked this position. He was hitting the front part of his belly and with his fingers working against my clit, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. This feeling is heavenly. I was already rising, my thighs filling with heat, signalling how close I was. I could feel myself quicken. He angles his hips, and this was enough to send me souring high.

I come, loudly. I try and bury my face in my bicep as I moan. I hold for dear life onto the bookshelf, knowing I was spiralling out of control.

"Oh fuck! Alison!" he calls out from behind me and not too long after and paused inside of me and filling the condom. He leans forward onto my back, holding the bookshelf just above my head to stabilise himself.

"I will never get enough of you," he tells me and kisses my back. "I'm going to pull out," he advices me and does what he says. It didn't hurt this time, thankfully.

I straighten up, pulling my dress down around my body.

I fix up my hair as he does up the zipper and button of his jeans. He brushes his finger in his hair, as if that would fix the just fucked hair.

I turn to face him with a smirk, and he places each of his hands on either side of my face. "Thank you," he says with his face still close to me.

"You know, you don't have to keep thanking me after every time we have... sex," I say and whisper the last word. He stoops down and retrieves my panties from the floor.

"Why are you whispering, you know, no one else is here?" he tells me, and I laugh.

"Shut up," I tease him and nudge him lightly. "Panties please," I say holding up my palm.

"Hmm... no," he says, and disperses my underwear into his pocket. "A little memento for this moment."

"No," I begin shaking my head.

"Yes," he challenges.

"Isaac."

"I love it when you say my full name," he says, and I chuckle.

"Please, I'm bleeding," I add and hold out my hand further. He walks closer towards me, keeping close to me and smiles. He drops my underwear in my hand, planting a quick kiss on my lips.

I put them on quickly and he watches me, his eyes hooded.

"Stop watching me," I say.

"Never," he says with a cheeky smirk. He tilts my chin up when I'm done and plants another kiss there.

"Thank you," I tell him.

"What for?" he asks, with his hands still on my chin.

"For everything," I say, letting him kiss me again.