Dying to Love

by Reese Rivers

  Grayson insists that I need to level up my gaming skills and tries to get me interested in racing games but I just don’t have the knack for it and crash my cars constantly. I think he loves when I toss my controller down in disgust because it always ends in him distracting me with filthy, dirty sex talk that he proceeds to act out. That sweet man hides a sexual deviant and he’s twisted my body like a pretzel and fucked me every way possible as I begged for more.

  As the days pass and we fall into a rhythm I find myself relaxing and feeling less awkward, less anxious. I find myself happy, really and truly happier than I’ve ever felt before.

  I set the egg bucket on the table in the kitchen, grab the heavy box I’m giving them for a treat, and shut the lights out. As I leave the cavern and walk back to where all the guys are on the patio in front of our camper, I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. I love four men. I’m in love with four men and four men love me back.

  “Ah, there’s our girl!” Gray says sweetly when I join them.

  I set the box on the coffee table with a smile.

  “So you guys are always talking about the last chili mac MRE. I dug this box of Meals Ready to Eat out for you all so you don’t have to fight over it anymore. There’s like three more cases of them in storage. We can have the chili mac ones for supper if you want!”

  They all start laughing but I catch a look pass between Grayson and the others that has my nerves twanging. Something’s going on here. I send a suspicious narrow-eyed look Oliver’s way as Grayson pulls me down on his lap so my back is to his chest. His hands land on my bare thighs and tease the hem of the skirt on the short sundress I’m wearing. His thumbs slide up under it and start sweeping the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as Linc, Devin, and Oliver all come to stand in front of us.

  “What, uh - what’s g-going on fellas?” I ask as Grayson nudges my legs a little bit further apart.

  It’s Oliver that answers me in his cool calm tone. “We thought it was time for your punishment. Did you think we had forgotten? That you were going to escape our wrath?”

  My mouth goes dry as Linc and Grayson’s words from before float through my mind. “Three mouths, three times the pleasure.” My eyes flash between them, landing on Dev’s icy blue ones and he lifts his eyebrows in challenge just as Grayson starts kissing my neck and pushing my skirt up higher. He chuckles against my skin when my ass presses back against the growing bulge in his shorts.

  “I promise we’ll punish you properly and make sure you remember. We’re going to show you how much we want you and all the lengths we’ll go to keep you safe, happy, and pleasured. Now open your legs, darlin’. Linc’s got a powerful thirst that will only be satisfied by your sweet honey.”

  Linc doesn’t give me a chance to do as Gray says. He drops to his knees and spreads me wide as Gray pulls my skirt the rest of the way up, exposing the thin piece of satin covering me. I can already feel that it’s damp but Linc makes it even wetter when he leans over and licks me right through it. The thin fabric is no match for his strong broad tongue and a loud moan escapes me. He keeps licking me through it and I try and force him deeper but Grayson holds my hips tight, keeping my ass firmly against him.

  “Tell him what you need, baby. Tell him what you want.”

  I swallow hard and let my head drop back beside his to meet the hot eyes of Devin and Oliver.

  “Off! I need them off, pl-please!”

  Linc pulls back and slides my drenched panties down and off my legs and then waits with his hands on my spread knees.

  “Keep going, baby. We’re all yours. You tell us what you want and we will do anything. Anything for you. Say the words.” Grayson tells me huskily and a thrill of power goes through me as my clit throbs for attention. I am so fucking turned on right now that a new confidence fills me. I look at the men waiting for me to speak, waiting to hear me tell them what I want them to do to my body and I fully embrace it.

  “I want your tongue. I want it inside of me, deep and hard.” I tell Linc and the sexy smile that tugs on his lips as he lowers back to my waiting pussy has me rocking my hips up to meet his mouth. I try and close my legs around his head but Grayson pulls them back apart even wider as Linc’s tongue spears into my opening, making me cry out.

  “Nuh, uh. We want to watch. Look what it’s doing to Oliver and Dev.”

  I tear my eyes from what’s happening between my legs and see both Oliver and Devin stroking themselves through their shorts. My mouth waters at my next thought so I go with it.

  “Show me. Both of you, show me.” I command and two sets of shorts hit the ground and two cocks get fisted and stroked. I don’t even recognize my voice when I snap out, “Mine!”

  “Good girl,” Grayson murmurs in my ear even as he grinds his hard cock against my ass in time with Linc’s tongue stroking my pussy. “Do you want those cocks inside of you, filling you up?”

  I groan out, “Yes!” So they both step forward and I drag Oliver closer, beside me so I can get my mouth on his cock and reach for Devin to replace his fingers with mine.

  “That’s right, baby. Swallow his cock down.” Grayson moans in my ear as I feel the first clench of a climax coming on. Linc moans between my legs and my hips lift in response. I pull my lips off of Oliver’s cock so I can switch to Dev’s thick shaft when Grayson pushes Linc’s head away from my wet heat just as I’m about to cum.

  “Fuck, don’t stop,” I plead. “Is this the punishment part?”

  “Just wait for it, baby. We can’t have your sweet pussy cum with nothing to clamp down on. Let me fill you up so you can come on my cock.”

  Linc lifts my hips enough so Grayson can slide his shorts off and then bends me forward so his mouth can reach mine. I can taste my arousal on his lips and tongue and it just makes me wetter. Grayson takes advantage of my position to slide his hard cock into me from behind and then I’m gasping and crying as he fills me with thrust after thrust. Linc pushes me back against him so I’m riding him cowgirl style and dives back down to work my clit with his tongue. The sounds I’m making are so savage I expect the alarms to go off any minute as the dead pile up against our fences.

  Devin solves that problem by moving back in and pressing his engorged head against my lips until I take him in my mouth and suck hard and deep down into my throat. Oliver moves around to the other side of me and with Grayson’s help lifts my dress up and over my head. Grayson’s fingers roll one of my pebbled nipples while Oliver sucks on the other. It’s too much, too much and I explode around Grayson’s cock and against Linc’s tongue. My cries are muffled by Dev’s hard shaft in my mouth.

  “Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking tight squeezing me, milking my cock. I can’t … I can’t last. Fuck, Kells!” Grayson groans out against the side of my head as he bucks hard up inside of me, filling me.

  Dev pushes him back so he can hold both sides of my head and thrusts fast, fucking my mouth as I moan and my climax peaks again. I swallow his salty cum as it hits the back of my throat and then collapse back against Grayson’s chest and try to catch my breath. This is fucking mind-blowing amazing and I still have two of my men left to please. Grayson groans as my pussy clenches at the thought of more, more, more. I never want this to end.

  Linc plucks me with no effort from Grayson’s lap and carries me across to the second couch. He sets me on my feet long enough for him to lay down and then Oliver is there helping me straddle Linc and kissing me as my hips start rolling and I find the rhythm of the ride. I keep one hand on Linc’s muscular thigh behind me to keep my balance and the other finds Oliver’s velvety soft shaft so I can stroke it, swirling my thumb over his head with every stroke. The building heat in my core from Linc’s cock dragging against that sweet spot inside of me is threatening to overwhelm me with every roll of my hips. With his mouth covering mine, I feel as much as hear Oliver groan with pleasure as I stroke his cock and I break our kiss.

  “I want you in my mouth. Let me taste you again, Oliver.” I p
lead.

  He pushes one more hard kiss on my lips and then he’s feeding me his cock. We find a rhythm and soon all three of us are groaning and I think I cry out around the head of Oliver’s cock as Linc’s fingers dig into my hips and he starts thrusting harder, trying to get deeper into me. Oliver takes control of my head to guide himself in and out at a faster pace. I swear we all cum at the same time when Devin leans over from the back of the couch and sucks on one of my tits. When Oliver and Devin pull back, I collapse and fall against Linc’s chest.

  “I’m done. Death by orgasm is what it will say on the death certificate.”

  Grayson kneels beside the couch and smooths my hair away from my sweaty face.

  “Not yet. We have so much more to give you. We’re just getting started, Kells.”

  A laugh slips out when my body squeezes around Linc’s slowly softening shaft. I guess I could go again after all. He must see it in my eyes because his strong, hot hand sweeps down my bare back and between my ass cheeks, causing me to gasp in pleasure. When he picks me up, I wrap my legs around him and look back at the men who love me. Silver lining doesn’t come close. I’ve got a solid gold future with them.

  Kelsey

  Iwalk along the back fence with Oliver and Linc, looking over the last of the late fall crops of squash and pumpkins. A cool breeze blows, making me shiver, and I wrap my sweater tighter over the little growing bump of my stomach. Oliver squeezes my hand when I sigh in contentment. Harvest went so much easier with five sets of hands. Especially for me. The guys made me cut back my workload and have a daily nap. I keep waiting for the surge of energy the books say I’ll get in the second trimester but it hasn’t hit me yet.

  Linc comes up behind me and slides a big hand around my waist to rest on the bump, making me smile. None of us knows who the father is and none of us care. I swear it happened the day we all came together for the first time so I’m choosing to believe it was a mix of all four of their swimmers who defied the odds and made it past birth control to knock me up. This will be the most loved baby in this world. Five parents to love, care and protect it with everything we have. The guys are already talking about expanding the fence line to create a larger buffer zone from the dead hearing the sounds of playing children. My smile grows. I haven’t even had this one and they’re already talking about more.

  At first, I think it’s in my imagination because I was just thinking about it but when I see Oliver and Linc freeze and lift their heads to listen, I know the sound of a child’s laugh from the other side of the fence is real. I point to the closest gate and then press a finger to my lips to let them know we should be silent. We’ve just stepped through the gate and are in the space between the inner and outer fences when I hear a woman’s voice.

  “Emma, sweetie, you need to try and be quieter, please. You know we have to hide our voices so the zombies don’t find us.”

  “Sorry, mommy!” I hear in a loud whisper and it makes me grin. I point in the direction the people on the other side of the fence are going and we follow along, listening in on their conversation.

  “David, what do you think is on the other side of this? We should check. It might be somewhere we could stop for a while. The kids need a break.”

  “Or, it could be filled with the dead and we could end up trapped. Hey Lucas, you tired? Mom thinks you need a break.”

  “Nah, I’m okay but Emma could probably use one soon.” Says a much younger sounding voice.

  I turn and look at Oliver and Linc with a “Well, what do you think?” expression. Oliver pulls out his phone and fires off a rapid couple of texts to Devin and Grayson and then gives me a thumbs up. Linc shrugs and then nods when we hear the little girl giggle from the other side of the fence. The fence rattles and we all look and see fingers curl through the ivy as someone grabs on to climb. I finally speak and it’s loud enough to be heard by the people on the other side.

  “Please don’t climb the fence. It will set off the alarm. There’s a gate about fifteen feet to your right, I’ll meet you there.”

  There’s a long pause and then the fingers retract and the woman hesitantly asks, “Is it safe?”

  Before I can answer, the little girl presses against the fence and loudly whispers, “Does it gots kids?”

  I place both my hands on my belly and I have the biggest grin on my face as I answer them both.

  “Yes, it’s safe and no kids yet, but there is one scheduled to arrive in about four and a half months.”

  I hear them move away from the fence and have a quick whispered conversation that I can’t quite make out. Dev and Grayson pop through the gate in the inner fence that we left open and I smile and nod when I see they both came with weapons. It never hurts to be prepared but I don’t think we’ll need them this time.

  “Okay, we’ll meet you at the gate.” We hear the man say through the fence and we all move down to it. I stand back as Linc unlocks the gate and pulls it open. Dev and Grayson are beside him with their weapons, just in case there are any dead stragglers around. It was a new rule we added for whenever the outer fence gets opened. No one goes alone or without cover.

  As the fence opens up I see a man and a woman standing there with their two kids tucked behind them. Dirty blond curls and a single blue eye peek out from behind the woman so I smile and welcome them in.

  Oliver and Grayson lead the family back to the inner gate with Linc following behind. Dev reaches out to close the outer gate but out of the corner of my eye I see a blur slipping out through the open gate and I suck in a breath and grasp Dev’s wrist to stop him.

  “Princess? What is it?”

  She walks to the tree line and pauses as she looks back at me over her shoulder with her best smile.

  “Bye, babes.” She says, and with a wink, melts away into the forest.

  I blink back tears that don’t need to be shed and drop my hand from Devin’s arm so he can close the gate.

  “Nothing … just setting a ghost free.”

  His icy blue eyes meet mine and a look of understanding crosses his face before he swings an arm around my shoulders and leads me back to our home.

  THE END…

  Tommy and Ryan's

  Level UP Zombie Rules

  Panic will kill you faster than the dead will. Keep your head. Don’t get dead

  Only fight the dead as a last resort – choose to redirect them instead.

  Guns go bang and more zombies will follow. Only fire an unsilenced gun as a last resort.

  Drama results in distractions. Distractions result in death.

  Always have a blade. Bullets run out. Knives don’t need to be reloaded.

  Reese Rivers Presents

  Time after Time

  Book One – Catch Me

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  Sebastian

  “Time for some answers, witch! Who sent you?”

  Instead of cowering at my thundering tone as most would, she squares up to me with an anger-filled face. A hand comes up and one pretty finger jabs in my direction.

  “Listen, Iceman - you might be the lord of the manor or whatever but that doesn’t mean you can act like an asshole toward me! Stop calling me a witch! No one sent me. Seriously, it’s a case of wrong place, wrong time.”

  In my one thousand, four hundred and twenty-six years in this mortal realm, I have never been left speechless but this…this demon witch with her jabbing finger and words…Did she just call me an…asshole?…Has finally stunned me speechless.

  Finn and Cade are howling with laughter, no doubt at my flabbergasted expression, and Luca is leaning against a bookshelf with an expression of avid interest that I’ve never seen on his face before. He is clearly hexed by the witch.

  Fury fills me at her defiant expression so I can’t help myself when I rush the few feet between us and drag her against my chest in a crushing hold. I’m about to show her exactly who she’s dealing with and anticipate the terror I will see in her pretty, wide green eyes when I feel something hard an
d rigid against my thigh. I push her away from me enough to be able to run my hands down her body. Her curves are enticing enough without being covered by the most sinfully soft material that her cloak is made of. Smooth like silk and satin but thick like the softest fur, it is a type of material that only the wealthiest would own.

  I sense her shivering slightly as my hands complete the slow journey down her body, stopping when they reach the two hard objects I had felt. I see the panic in her eyes when I slip my hands into the pockets of her cloak and grasp a hard rectangle from one and a small cylinder from the other. I smirk in triumph when her hands come up and latch onto both my wrists. A tiny shake of her head and the one whispered word of, “Don’t,” tell me I’ve found her secrets. The witch is strong, surprisingly so for a woman, but not strong enough to stop me from pulling the items out and exposing them to the room.

  We both look down at what I’m holding, her with a small sigh and me in confusion. I have no idea what either of the items are. The cylinder is red with white writing on it and made from no material that I have ever seen before. I turn my eyes to the rectangle and lift it higher to examine it more closely. The front surface is black and shiny smooth. It looks like obsidian but if it is, the craftsmanship to make a slab as perfectly smooth as this is beyond anything I’ve seen in my long lifetime. The black stone is edged along the sides and back with a material that sparkles in all the colors of opal or pearl, changing when it is looked at from different angles. Whatever the object is, it looks to be priceless in value. How this woman came to be in possession of it is another secret I vow to solve. The lightness of weight surprises me as a piece of obsidian this large should be heavier. I can’t help but rub my thumb over its smoothness and the action has the object flaring to life, causing me to jerk it away from my face. That’s all the witch needs to snatch it from my hand and hide it behind her back. The light from the object is all the evidence I need to prove her a user of the dark arts.