ApocaLips (Three Book Erotica Bundle) (Book One a sexy F/M/M ménage)

by Natasha Hunter

  "Sorry," he whispered. "I don't want to cum in your mouth."

  "I don't care," I said as I licked my lips provocatively. "You can cum wherever you want."

  "Mmmmm. I want to cum in your hot little pussy," he rasped.

  Thoughts of condoms and birth control had flitted through my mind quickly before I shoved the thoughts away. I didn't care. I wanted to know what Brady felt like inside of me, with nothing between us. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, with no barriers. The thought made my pussy flinch and quiver with anticipation.

  He rolled off of me and settled in between my legs. "Did you fuck him?" he asked as a moment of jealousy flashed across his face.

  "No." I didn't even want to think about Mister Conrad anymore! I only could think of Brady. Delicious, sweet, yummy Brady.

  "Good," he said as he grabbed my thighs and pushed them up and apart. He licked my calf. "I want to be your first."

  "You are." I gave him an alluring grin.

  "You want me to be your first?" he asked as he swiped his tongue across my foot, my legs resting against his chest.

  "Yeah." I feasted my eyes on his cock, wondering how it was going to fit inside of me. If I thought Mister Conrad was big, Brady was enormous. Despite its size, I needed to feel him inside of me. Ravaging me.

  "You want me to fuck your hot little pussy?" He smiled a lazy curl of his lips. He must have known how much he was turning me on with his dirty talk.

  "Yes!" I pleaded. I made my voice throaty, sultry. "I want you to fuck my pussy." The anticipation was killing me. I ached to feel his dick shoving deep into me. I knew there might be a moment of pain, but I didn't care. I wanted- no, I needed, to have him inside of me. I desperately needed Brady to fuck me.

  "You gonna beg for it?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb over my clit, making my toes curl.

  "No," I said stubbornly. In every other game we'd ever played, I would never let him win. It was instinct to tease him. To challenge him.

  "No?" he asked as he stroked the head of his cock through my slick wet folds, teasing me back. He laid his erection against my mound as he massaged my foot, his tongue slithering across my ankle. "Are you sure?"

  I gave in, making a sound- something between torment and ecstasy. "Please?" I whimpered softly. I couldn't help it. I wanted him, more than anything.

  "Mmm. That's my girl." He lowered my legs and leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand that sunk into the mattress beside my head. He kissed my mouth gently, and I could taste the essence of myself upon his lips. "I'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you."

  "I trust you, Brady." I entwined my arms around his neck as I placed a soft kiss on his chin. I could feel his cock rubbing against my hot, slick entrance.

  His lips traveled over my face, kissing my cheeks, nose, and forehead before he brought his lips back to mine. I inhaled his breath as he hovered his mouth over mine. "I want you so much," he uttered in a low, guttural voice as he slid into me.

  I felt the breath slam out of me hard. A flash of pain pulsed through me, shocking me. I knew that it might happen, but I was hoping it wouldn't. I couldn't fathom how it could hurt, especially when he was making me feel so delicious seconds before. "Brady!" I tensed beneath him as tears welled up in my eyes.

  "Shhh." He kissed me lightly. "Relax. The worst is over." He kissed away the tears that leaked from the corners of my eyes. "I love you so much. I would never hurt you- it will feel better soon. I promise." He remained completely still within me. "I love you, I love you," he whispered against my neck as he scattered kisses along my throat. He slid a hand down between us and stimulated my clit, rubbing it slowly. He pressed a kiss into the hollow of my throat.

  Sensations whirled, the pain fading as an intense hunger filled me. I wanted more. I wanted to feel everything. I ran my hands along his back, across his sinewy muscles, and caressed the dimples just above his buttocks. "Please," I whimpered as I cupped his ass and pulled him deeper into me, needing to satisfy my sexual hunger.

  "Oh fuck," he whispered as he stroked deeper into me by my own insistence. "You feel so tight. So hot."

  "Fuck me Brady," I encouraged. I was ready.

  He lapped at my lips as he braced his other hand beside my head. Our tongues tangled as he started a perfect rhythm, sliding in and out of my slicked, velvet tunnel. It felt delicious, intense, and powerful. I had never felt so connected to someone.

  Our breathing focused and ebbed into one sound. Our bodies, slick with sweat, collided with each deep thrust. I raked my fingers through his sweaty blonde hair and held his head to mine.

  We brought each other to climax at the same time. He pumped furiously into my pussy as he unloaded his seed deep within my warm depths.

  I was his.

  *

  Moonlight streamed through the trees, casting a filigree pattern across the bed where we lay stretched out on tumbled-up white sheets. Brady stroked his fingers along my derriere, causing goosebumps to erupt across my smooth skin.

  I had my laptop open in front of us, trying to find out some information about why school was closed. "I'm scared," I admitted as I read yet another website about the flu epidemic.

  "What are they saying?" Brady asked as he rolled over onto his side, facing me.

  "Some say it is a super bug that kills a person within twenty-four hours. Clinically, anyhow. But somehow they keep going. Their bodies, that is." I said.

  "Shit," Brady exclaimed. "Like Zombies? No fucking way."

  I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I clicked on our local news website. "Oh my God..." I muttered as I watched the latest video uploaded. "They are rioting in California."

  "Aren't they always?" he said cynically.

  "Be serious. I'm really scared."

  Brady angled the laptop towards him. I studied his profile in the dim light pulsing off of the screen. I couldn't help but to smile, despite the grim stuff I had been reading and watching. For the moment, I was distracted by Brady's ruggedly handsome face. I leaned over and brushed my lips across his cheek. He responded by trailing a hand along my lower back.

  "This can't be real," he said as he checked out a different website. "It just can't be."

  My brows knitted together. "Right?"

  "But look at this." He played an amateur video someone made of the Infected shredding someone to pieces. "They are eating him alive...," he said in disbelief.

  I buried my head against his shoulder. "The world has gone mad," I whispered. "What are we going to do? My parents are on vacation for another week at least. I don't even know if they will be able to get home!" I started to hyperventilate.

  "Shhh," he caressed his hand along my back. "Everything will be fine. I'll stay here with you until they return. In the morning, we will head into town and get some supplies. It doesn't seem like it has made it to us yet. And then we will bunker in here until things get back to normal. Don't worry, I won't leave you."

  "And if things don't go back to normal?" I asked, my thoughts whirling at the idea of the end of the world as we knew it.

  "They will. They have to."

  I nodded, believing him. I had to believe, else I'd go insane thinking about my parents across the Atlantic, stranded forever.

  "There is nothing we can do about it tonight anyhow." His hand roamed lower, across my bottom. He slid his middle finger into the groove between my ass cheeks, leisurely exploring my milky white flesh. "But we can distract ourselves, I think." His voice was husky. Sensual. Needy.

  "Yeah?" I asked as my body ignited from his wandering hands. "And how do you propose to distract me, hmmm?"

  "I was thinking I could..." he leaned over and kissed my bare shoulder, "lick your hot little pussy again. From behind." His fingers pressed into the cleft between my bottom cheeks and rubbed against my tight rim.

  My belly clenched in response as my breath became ragged and quick. "Brady," I whispered his name desperately. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine.

  "Piper," he said my name
in return. "Do you like this?" he asked as he teased my asshole, his fingers rubbing roughly against the sensitive flesh.

  "Oh fuck, yes." My hips started rolling on their own accord, pressing against his fingers then into the mattress. A slow, sensual rhythm.

  Brady slid a hand beneath me, in search of my breast. I arched my back slightly, giving him access. The weight of my naked flesh filled his hand, his thumb roughly rubbed against my protruding nipple. He cupped his fingers around it, kneading, massaging, caressing.

  "Mmmm you're so goddamned sexy," he whispered, just before lapping at my shoulder while he stimulated both my pebble-hard nipple and my ass. I could feel my pussy getting wetter. Sopping wet. And I ached for him there, ached to feel him inside of me.

  "Do you know how many times I've thought about this?" he asked seductively.

  "No," I half groaned, my voice raspy. "Tell me."

  "Since last summer, at least. Why do you think I even wanted to work for your parents? I just wanted to be around you whenever I could."

  "I had no idea!" I said as the sensations started to intensify. My toes curled, and every part of my body felt tight and coiled. As if I were a wind-up toy Brady was playing with, and any moment I would unravel.

  "One day I saw you out on the pier, wearing that tiny little polka dotted bikini. The pink and brown one. I don't think you knew anyone was home. You were laying out in the sun and oh-my-god, you were fucking gorgeous."

  "I don't remember."

  His lips curled. "After a while you rolled over onto your back and undid your top. That was the first time I'd ever seen your tits."

  "Brady!" I winced, finally remembering the day. "Don't tell me anymore..."

  "It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, Piper. You thought you were alone. You played with your pretty tits, pinching and squeezing your nipples and then you slid a hand down your into your bikini bottoms. I nearly came as I watched you play with your pussy."

  As embarrassing as it was to know I'd been caught that day, I somehow didn't seem to mind. In fact, I liked the idea of him watching. I imagined him stroking his big cock as he watched me. "Did it get you off?"

  "Fuck yeah." His voice was silky. "Many, many times."

  I sucked in my breath through clenched teeth, trying not to cum just yet. It felt so delicious, his mouth and fingers stimulating me, the sensations a sweet agony. As he pushed the tip of his finger into my ass, I groaned. "You should have let me known you were there. We could have fucked that day. Right there on the pier."

  "Yeah? Would you have let me fuck you? Fuck that tight little virgin pussy?" he asked as he ground himself against my side. I could feel his cock rubbing against my hip.

  I moaned loudly as his erotic, arousing words propelled me deeper into ecstasy. My body shook and trembled with such power- my thoughts fragmented. I couldn't make sense of what he was saying anymore as I cried out. My relief was lightning fast, burning through me as my body quivered. Waves upon waves of pleasure ebbed and all I could do was hold onto the sheets to keep from drifting away.

  Before I could even come down from the euphoric high of orgasm, Brady was behind me, settling in between my thighs. He gave my pussy a sloppy, probing kiss, prolonging the blissful sensations, then plunged his cock into my slick, wet entrance. I could feel my body stretching around the hugeness of him. My hot, moist flesh closed tightly around him and he groaned, a low, rough guttural sound escaping his throat.

  My fingers curled into the sheets as he plunged into my pussy over and over, driving himself forcefully into a fast, quick rhythm. I glanced up into the mirror above the dresser across from the bed. It gave me a perfect view of Brady thrusting into my tight little cunt. His hands possessively held onto my hips, pulling me back against him, meeting his every thrust. My breasts swayed from the forceful movements. His face twisted with a look of erotic concentration. Sweat glistened, streaked his chest, and dripped from his brow, splattering across my body.

  The heady scent of sex permeated the air. The sounds of his balls slapping against me combined with our moans and groans made the moment feel surreal, as if I were watching another couple, as if the girl in the mirror was someone else.

  Surely that wasn't me! And Brady? Brady. Oh-my-god Brady. He was magnificent. Perfection. For so long I hadn't realized the boy had grown into a man. A six foot two, beautiful, exhilarating man who loved me.

  "Oh fuck Piper, oh fuck, oh fuck." He gave a final thrust into my slippery tunnel as he grunted a low, pleasurable sound. I could feel the warmth of his semen spreading inside of me, filling my womanly depths. As he pulled out, I felt the warmth of his cum dripping down my pussy and thighs.

  He collapsed beside me and exhaled a long, satisfied breath.

  *

  We showered together the following morning, then dressed to go into town to gather up some supplies. We held hands; our fingers entwined as we traveled down a long, winding, country road. It was a beautiful morning, the air fragrant with flowers and honeysuckles.

  "It doesn't look like the end of the world," I commented as I admired the countryside. I pushed my wind-blown hair out of my face as took a deep breath of the fresh air that was blowing in through the truck window.

  "Maybe it won't be. Maybe they will get it cured before it ever reaches Jackson Falls."

  "We are pretty remote," I said, agreeing.

  He side glanced and smiled at me. "I wouldn't worry too much. The media likes to sensationalize things."

  I cringed at the memory of the man being eaten alive. "Still. A man was eaten by people."

  "Sick people. They couldn't have known what they were doing." He squeezed my fingers. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you."

  I grinned. "I know."

  I was surprised at how empty the town was when we arrived. Most businesses were closed 'until further notice', though thankfully the grocery store was still open with a handful of cars scattered across the parking lot.

  "It's too quiet," I whispered to Brady as we neared the doors, hand in hand.

  "Yeah. Most people are probably afraid to be out and about right now," he said quietly.

  "I guess."

  We grabbed a shopping cart and started to browse the aisles. It was unnerving to see all of the store employees wearing hospital masks. Some even had gun holsters strapped to their waists and shoulders.

  "You've got to be kidding me. They are armed as if they are expecting a war." I whispered to Brady.

  "I don't blame them. Things could get messy if this thing doesn't blow over soon. There could be a huge panic for basic supplies like groceries and bottled water," Brady said.

  I nodded, agreeing. I had played enough zombie apocalyptic video games with Brady to know how bad things could get. But I never imagined in my wildest dreams those games could turn into a nightmarish reality.

  We filled up two shopping carts with everything we thought we'd need for a couple of weeks. I was grateful my parents left me an emergency credit card. If a zombie apocalypse didn't quantify as an emergency, I don't know what would.

  After we loaded the groceries into the back of Brady's truck, he went over to the Gun and Ammo store to pick up a few boxes of ammo. It was closed, but Brady knew the owner and thought he might open up for him. Living out in the country, we were both raised around guns, so they didn't frighten me. But the thought that we might need to use them on people scared the living hell out of me.

  As I waited for Brady, I texted a few of my friends, checking up on them. Most everyone's parents were being super protective and kept them at home. I'm sure my parents would be doing the same thing if they were home. A part of me was glad they were still on vacation, else I'd never have hooked up with Brady. Memories of the previous night played through my mind, and I couldn't help but get aroused. Feeling mischievous, I glanced around to make sure no one was around before I unzipped my jeans and rubbed my fingers against my satin panties, pressing them against my clit. I rubbed my little button as I reme
mbered how he knelt in front of me, eating me out in the waning sunlight.

  "All set," Brady said as he slid into the driver's seat. "This will be enough, I think, combined with what we already have at the farm." He dropped the bag onto the floorboard, then glanced at me. "Whoa..."

  Smirking, I tugged my panties down enough to give him a nice view of my bare pussy. "I was thinking about last night." My eyes lit with wicked mischief, "And I couldn't wait til we got home. I want to fuck you, Brady. Here. Now."

  His eyes burned with hot desire as he raked his beautiful, blue gaze across my body. My nipples hardened in response, and my pussy pulsed with an aching need to be touched. "In the parking lot?" he asked as he unconsciously rubbed his hand across his crotch. I could see the fabric straining as he grew hard.

  "Yeah." I kicked my shoes off, then slid my jeans and panties down, shimmying out of them the best that I could in the small, cramped space. "I need you now. Slide your pants down."

  He lifted his hips as he tugged the denim fabric down his bulky thighs. I leaned over and buried my head against his crotch, taking his dick into my mouth while I stroked it. I could feel his muscles tightening, his body taut and tense as I sucked him off. "Fuck, Piper," he groaned. "That feels so good."

  His hands wound into my silky strands, wrapping handfuls of hair around his fingers. He guided my head as I sucked and licked him. His hips rocked, thrusting upwards into my hot little mouth. "I can't believe you're giving me a blowjob in public! Oh my fucking god."

  I moaned around his thick hardness, enjoying how sexy he sounded when he panted and groaned. I sucked him until I knew he was about to cum then pulled my head up. "Ah, ah, ah." I grinned devilishly. "I want you to cum in my pussy."

  I crawled into his lap, straddling him, and guided his cock into my pink, wet hole. As he entered me, I slid my tongue across his lips, urging them apart. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately as I started to ride him.

  The steering wheel rubbed against my ass as I bounced in Brady's lap, but I didn't care. I knew tomorrow I'd be bruised, but it was worth it to have his cock buried deep inside of me. I laid my hands on his shoulders, balancing myself while he slid his beneath my shirt. With a quick move of his hands, he had them behind me and unsnapped my bra. He pushed my shirt and bra up and cupped his hands around my breasts, rubbing them roughly as he kissed me.