by Stasia Black
It was just him and Roxy. She was sixteen and he was terrified of losing her. People talked about a cure for Xterminate being just around the corner. Any day now. That’s what everyone said on the TV and radio.
So Nix was taking Roxy to hide in the hills away from anyone who could infect her. They’d just make camp and wait it out until a cure became available.
They’d been hiking the hill country for about three days by that point. Nix figured they’d make camp somewhere close enough to the Pedernales River to have access to fresh water but not so close anyone would come across their camp.
“Hey, watch it, you’re gonna break a rib if you don’t let up,” he’d joked, but she’d just squeezed him tighter.
“You know why I’m not afraid no matter what happens? How I manage to make it through the days?” she’d whispered into his chest. He’d barely heard her, her voice was so muffled by his shirt.
But then she’d pulled back and looked up at him, her bright blue eyes full of trust.
“Because I’m with you,” she said. “And I know you’ll never let anything bad happen to me.”
It was later that same day when a so-called militia caught them trying to sneak through the woods around the cluster of cabins they’d claimed as their base. Stupid. Nix had seen the grouping of cabins listed on his map as resort cabins, never dreaming what they had become. But he should have. Everything had gone to hell in a handbasket over the past year. Apocalyptic motherfuckers were going to ground everywhere.
Nix fought. He fought like a demon. One man slashed a dagger down his face and even though he couldn’t see through the flood of blood, he kept fighting.
But in the end, there were just too damn many. The last thing he saw before they knocked him unconscious was three men dragging a crying Roxy away.
When he woke up, even from where they had him chained up clear across camp, he heard Roxy’s screams. For hours.
Fucking hours.
She never stopped fighting them. Until finally all her fight was gone.
Nix looked up again at the bed. At the four men poised around Audrey. And he saw fucking red.
“Enough,” he shouted, stomping back to the bed and shoving Clark to the side.
“Hey, what the fuck?”
But Nix was already scooping Audrey up.
She squeaked in surprise and threw her arms around his neck.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Clark asked, getting in his way.
Danny joined his side, thick arms crossed over his chest. Mateo and Graham were still on the bed but Nix could feel the tension coming off them too.
“This isn’t happening like this,” Nix growled, holding Audrey closer to his chest. “Not today. It’s too soon. I’m taking her back to her bedroom.”
Clark’s jaw flexed. “This is her bedroom. She belongs with us now.”
This son of a bitch wanted a fight, fine with him. Nix’s nostrils flared. But first he had to get Audrey out of here, away from these horny fucks who only wanted to—
“Nix.”
Nix was so startled by Audrey’s gentle voice and the soft hand on his face that he almost lost his grip on her.
She was frowning but there was something else in her eyes. They searched his back and forth. Like she was trying to make up her mind about something and was searching for the answers there. They said the eyes were the windows to the soul. He didn’t want to think about how black his was, so he dropped his gaze.
Unfortunately, that meant he was staring directly at her perky, hardened nipples. His cock, which had gone soft, immediately started hardening again. Fuck, that was the last thing he needed.
He clenched his jaw. He would protect Audrey no matter what. Even if it was from himself.
Still, nothing could have prepared him for the words that next came out of Audrey’s mouth. “It’s okay, Nix. I— I— ” She swallowed hard, eyes flicking down and then back up again, cheeks going pink.
“I want this. I need to…” Her voice broke off like she was looking for the right words and failing to find them. Finally she shook her head and met his gaze, her bright blue eyes shining with an intensity Nix had never seen in them before. “I need to know.” She took a deep breath. “I want to do this. Tonight.” She reached a hand out for Clark. “With all of you.”
Nix’s breath caught as his shaft went fully hard again.
Well, fuck him.
It looked like they were going to have their wedding night after all.
Chapter 18
CLARK
He’d be her first. No matter how many times they shared her for the rest of their lives, Clark would always have this first.
He hadn’t expected the sense of satisfaction that gave him to be so intense.
She was on her knees in front of him on the bed, spread-eagled over Mateo’s face. But it was Clark’s cock she’d be taking. He rubbed the tip through the lips of Audrey’s sex from behind and threw his head back.
Jesus fuck that was the best thing he’d felt in seven years. Seven shitty, hard-up years dreaming of a sweet little pussy like this and finally here he was, about to stick his cock back where it was always meant to be.
He gripped her luscious, round hips in his fingers and couldn’t help giving her sweet little ass a light smack.
“Hey,” Nix snapped at him from where he sat beside Audrey on the bed, holding her hand. Dude wasn’t even touching her anywhere else. Just holding her hand.
And Clark wasn’t sure if he was jealous of that or not.
Which made him frown.
Because he was just in this for the pussy. Right?
Yeah, sure, Audrey was great. The little bit of time he’d spent with her anyway. Trade negotiations had taken him out of town twice the past three weeks.
And it was true, Clark only wanted willing pussy. Hence his seven-year dry spell.
But still. That was all there was too it.
So why did he feel like punching Nix for his big caveman show of concern a few moments ago, almost dragging Audrey off like that?
Clark had been hard all week waiting for this, but he’d waited seven years. A little longer wouldn’t kill him if Audrey wasn’t ready yet.
Clark would have been the first to hand her her robe and tell her it was okay, they didn’t have to do anything.
All right, well, maybe he would have left off the robe part. She was just sooooo fuckin’ hot. He was a man, after all.
Maybe it was the world they lived in. It stripped everything back to its most basic. And Clark hated Nix trying to claim Audrey like that—as if he was the only one who cared about her wellbeing.
That was bullshit. She was theirs. Not Nix’s.
And for the next twenty minutes, her sweet, virgin little pussy would be all Clark’s.
“You ready, baby?” Clark asked, gripping the bottom of his shaft and rubbing his tip more ardently against her wet, slippery clit.
He held her hips and felt her trembling. His cock jerked against her hot flesh at the response. But was it excitement or fear? Or just plain old nerves?
“Baby?” Clark asked, leaning over her back and drawing her face around so he could look her in the eye.
And when their eyes met, Jesus fuck but she took his breath away. He swallowed hard, finding his throat suddenly dry.
She was an innocent. Somehow in this fucked up world, she was still an innocent. And he didn’t just mean that she was a virgin. Vulnerability shone from her eyes. A look that said, please. And don’t hurt me and yet at the same time, if Clark wasn’t wrong, I want this.
“Are you sure?” Clark whispered.
“Stop asking so many questions,” she said, then dropped her head to lay on Mateo’s stomach where he was laying underneath her again, head returning between her legs.
“Mateo, put him in me.”
Mateo’s gulp was audible but the next second, a surprisingly firm hand grasped Clark’s shaft and slowly, so achingly slowly, brought the head of hi
s cock back to Audrey’s drenched pussy lips.
“Christ,” Clark hissed. It was so close now. He was almost there. Almost to the promised land.
But then he told himself to stop it.
There was no way this could live up to all the hype he’d built in his mind. She was a virgin. This wasn’t about him. They needed to take care of her. Introduce her to bed play without scaring the bejesus out of her.
It was the reason he’d been chosen to go first.
Apparently he had the Goldilocks of cocks. Not too big, not too small. It was juuuuuuust right. Well, a little longer than most, but the width was very manageable. Which was what would be important for this first time. He wouldn’t go balls deep or anything.
But he’d get his cock plenty wet. The head of his cock was already drenched. So naturally lubricated that when he shifted his hips ever so slightly forward, he slid between her outer lips.
And then he felt the resistance of her hymen.
Jesus fuck, was it wrong that his dick got even harder at feeling the proof of her innocence?
He was the first man to ever plow this sweet, sweet pussy. The first. It was something no one could ever take away from him, no matter what.
“Mateo, you taking care of our girl?” Clark asked, rocking back and forth ever so slightly against Audrey’s barrier, stretching what he could.
Mateo’s response was muffled, his face buried in Audrey’s sex. Clark smirked. The guys had all gotten together yesterday and discussed the extent of their sexual experiences so they could plan tonight.
Mateo had apparently only eaten pussy a couple times before, but he immediately volunteered for the job of official pussy eater tonight. There was some back and forth, until Mateo said he’d give up actually having his turn at penetration if only he could be the one who ate her out for most of the night.
Clark gripped Audrey’s hips as he pushed in further. He winced when he felt her tense up underneath him but just kept pushing, knowing it was more merciful to get the pain over with as quickly as possible.
He pushed halfway in, breaking through her barrier and then freezing.
And it was like the air in the whole room had gone still.
Shit. What was he thinking? It was fucking barbaric that women’s first times had to hurt. They should have gotten her shitfaced on some vodka so she wouldn’t have felt it. Or weed. He was always moving a ton of that shit. It was like currency. There was gold, silver, and pot. He should’ve—
“Audrey,” Nix anxious voice broke into his thoughts. “Are you okay? Because I’ll—”
“I’m fine.” Audrey blew out a big breath. Nix, still clutching her hand, leaned in so that he was looking right in her face where she laid it sideways on Mateo’s stomach.
“Are you sure?”
She glared at Nix and lifted a little so she could look down at Mateo. “Do I need to get myself off?”
She dropped her hand down like she was going to start rubbing her own clit but Mateo got there first, his mouth slurping loudly at her clit. She clenched around Clark and Jesus fuck, how was he supposed to hold back when she did shit like that?
“Move,” she growled, glaring over her shoulder at Clark.
His balls tingled and he thought he might fucking die if he didn’t get some friction. But it was only when she shouted, “Move, goddammit,” that he pulled out and then pushed in again.
Another long hiss slipped out of her mouth, and her head dropped to Mateo’s stomach again.
Danny and Graham had just been watching from the other side of the bed opposite Nix, but now they both reached for Audrey. Graham ran his hands down Audrey’s flank all the way to her feet and back up again.
Clark pushed back in, this time with just a tad more force. “Fucking Christ,” he said, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth.
Keep it together. Keep it to-fucking-gether. Are you gonna let her first be a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am?
No. He brought himself back under control right at the last second.
Turned out to be right in time, too, because even though he was fucking Audrey in slow, measured thrusts, she clenched her slick walls all around him and cried out. One of her arms extended to Nix, the other to Danny, and Graham stroked her calf lovingly.
They’d made her cum. All of them this time—all of them together. Surrounding her. Worshipping her. And it looked and sounded and felt like she’d come ten times harder this time than before.
And it was his cock inside her making her cum. Or at least significantly helping her along, that was for damn sure.
He knew he hadn’t lost it. What did years matter when you were a sex god incarnate? Not a damn thing, that was what.
“What’s she feel like?” Nix asked, leaning over to kiss Audrey. He pulled back just long enough to demand. “Tell us. Tell us every goddamned detail of what she feels like around your cock.”
Audrey shuddered at Nix’s words. Or maybe it was Mateo’s mouth. Or the way Danny was pinching at her nipples and watching in awe at how they pebbled up between his thumb and forefinger.
Or from Clark’s cock. Because as her body went more and more relaxed, Clark stopped holding back.
And Jesus fucking Christ. The more he thrust the more he felt like he was a god. He’d never been more alive, or fucking here, or just— Jesus, listen to the way his balls slapped her ass every time he thrust—
His ass clenched against the need threatening to burst through his spine and out through his cock. Not yet. Not fucking yet.
He wanted more. He wanted to fuck Audrey all night and then all tomorrow and then all tomorrow night.
Had sex always been this good?
No. No way it had been this good.
He never would have left his apartment during college if it had been this good. He would have married some girl just so he could have twenty-four-hour access to her body.
And the noises she was making.
Unless she was faking, it seemed like she was over the pain and back to enjoying herself.
But suddenly that wasn’t enough. She’d had some clitoral orgasms and that was all well and good.
But Clark’s specialty was hitting the G-spot. His long dick was perfect for it and this position helped too.
Oh fuck yeah. He was going to make her come and come.
He reached his arm around her hips and waist to hold her in place so he could make sure he was really hitting the spot he was aiming for.
“You have no idea how fucking tight she is,” Clark said through heaving breaths, finally answering Nix. And only because he thought it might get Audrey hotter.
“Her sweet little virgin cunt is like a vise on my cock.” Clark thrust faster and he knew when he found her spot because she screamed in a way she hadn’t all night.
“That’s right, baby. That’s your fucking G-spot. That’s my cock hitting you so deep inside. So fucking good. Scream for me, baby. Scream for your fucking husband because you can’t get enough of my cock.”
“I can’t get enough of your cock!” she yelled and a long shudder rolled through her body. Her hand was buried in Nix’s hair and Clark could see she was almost yanking it out by the roots she was coming so fucking hard.
That was the last straw. No matter how much he wanted to keep fucking her forever, it was too much. She was too much. She clenched so hard on his cock when she came.
“CHRIST!” he roared as he pumped cum deep into her pussy. So fucking deep. He stilled, but only for a second, because fucking Christ, he wanted more, he wanted it back, he fucking needed it. He thrust again and again, but it was already fading.
He thrust several more times anyway.
He slumped over Audrey’s back, kissing her spine and then it was like he’d been unplugged. All the electricity blasting through his body only moments before was just… gone.
But fuck, the memory of it.
As soon as he could, he was getting back in that beautiful, beautiful pussy.
Graham
made space for him as he slid off to the side.
Clark reached out to take over where Graham had been stroking Audrey’s leg. No matter how suddenly exhausted he was, he couldn’t bear losing contact with her. Not after that life-altering fuck.
Audrey was panting hard too. There was a sheen of sweat over her back and at her temple, darkening the red curls at her hairline.
But her words were crystal clear.
“Who’s next?”
Chapter 19
NIX
Several hours later, Audrey had never looked more beautiful.
Or more exhausted.
Not surprising considering she’d just taken three men into her body one after the other. First Clark, then Graham, then Danny.
The sun had long set and the room was lit by what seemed like fifty glittering candles. A wild extravagance and all Mateo’s doing.
Now Nix sat behind Audrey on the couch, her back to his chest, ass nestled between his legs. He was hard, but ignoring it.
He’d lost count of how many times Audrey had come. He’d only vaguely remembered that being a thing before the Fall—that women could come more than men. A lot more. Or maybe it was just his previous, long past lackluster experience in bed talking.
But Audrey came along and kept astounding him at every turn. The amount of passion she had pent up in that tiny little body of hers. And how generous she’d been with each and every one of them.
Mateo let them all know last night that he wasn’t going to have intercourse with her tonight—it was why he got to have the job as pussy-eater in chief. And damn could the man eat. Start to finish, they’d been fucking for at least a couple hours now and once Mateo had taken over, he hadn’t let up once.
Watching Clark take Audrey’s virginity had been one of the best and worst moments of Nix’s life. Getting to be there, to hold her hand and kiss her while she experienced it—to swallow her cries of pleasure and hold her through the shaking orgasm Clark brought her to—goddamn, he’d never forget it.