All Chapters of More On Addicted: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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 chuckl

I want him so badly. I want him completely. Want him here, right now.I grab his face, trying to push him upwards to my face and takes the hint and does what I want. I kiss him, deeply and passionately.He's mine, and I'm his and I want all of him."Do you have a condom?" I ask, against his mouth and he parts from me straight away."What?" he asks, astonishment clear in his voice."Do you have a condom?" I ask, again and try leaning up to kiss him but his head moves further away. His fingers pause in me and then they're removed, and I whine. "What- why are you stopping?" I ask, frustration and anger are balling up in me, but need was the far predominant feeling. I lift my hips up and rub myself against his length. I was ready for him, needing him badly. I wanted him completely. I love him and I know he wants me. "I'm ready and I want you to..." I trail off, knowing what he means."Ali..." he sighs."I need you," I say and lift my head up to try and kiss him, but he moves away again. M

Once I get home I immediately get into the shower. I shave myself from head to toe, ensuring not a single hair was left in sight. Once I was sure that everything was as smooth as a baby's bottom, I get out and dry myself off quickly. I didn't have that long to get ready and I wanted everything to be perfect for tonight.I redo my makeup, adding an extra fair by adding sparkly eyeshadow and curl my hair running my fingers through the hair sprayed strands so I'm left with loose beach wave curls on my tiny bob. Once that was all done and I was satisfied that I looked good, I was on to deciding what the hell I should wear. I stood in front of my closet in only my towel. I could hear my heart racing in my ears.It's fine, Ali... You're just about to have sex for the first time tonight with a guy that you love. Everything will be okay. My anxiety was going through the roof. I began thinking about the pros and cons on every outfit I owned. I wanted to look good, but I also wanted to not look

He sighs loudly. "Let's get you out of here," he says in a husky voice and he slides out of his seat. He goes to the front counter and pays, while I slip my jacket back on. When he comes back, he takes my hand and practically pulls me out of the door. We shout our thanks to the staff before exiting. He was basically dragging me to the car, and I jump inside the passenger side while he gets into the driver's side. He immediately starts the car, revs the engine and then we're off in a flash. Going straight home which made me laugh.The electricity sparks and I am so addicted to him. I need him so much. His hand goes to my thigh, resting just above my knee and then it begins to move. His hand inches inside of my thigh and then rises slowly. His fingers inch the skirt of my dress up, higher and higher, so his fingers have direct contact on my skin. I sigh loudly when he does and see from the corner of my eye his smile grows.His hand is cold, and I shiver when he touches me exactly where

After changing into some comfortable clothes, I noted that Zac wasn't in my room and exited to the living room with Emmett. We watched the movie Step Brothers in the living room, eating popcorn and laughing as we recited every line. The movie always made Emmett feel better.Once the movie was nearly over, he told me how tired he was and retired to his room, leaving me on the couch finishing the last couple minutes of the movie. Once the movie had ended, I switch the TV off, holdings small throw rug over my shoulders. I walk to Zac's room. I knock on his door, opening it up and letting myself in.Zac lay on his bed. He was shirtless and wore only his grey sweatpants that I have become so completely obsessed with; especially when he wore them without my underwear underneath, which I knew he wasn't now. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing steadily, both of his hands were behind his head and his black earphones played a steady beat even against his head. It was so loud that I knew