He broke the kiss and pushed my shirt up, exposing my full breasts. He lapped his tongue across my taut dark rosy nipple as I squeezed my fingers tight around his shoulders. "Mmmm," I moaned.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the masked, grocery store employees nearby in the parking lot, pretending to be gathering the shopping carts. I slanted my eyes in his direction and smirked as I rubbed my tits in Brady's face. The guy watching us stood utterly still, enraptured by the 'show'.
Some part of me found it all the hotter being watched. I licked my lips seductively as my head fell back, my hair swinging back and forth. I moaned louder, making sure the perv could hear me. I found it all the more thrilling when I imagined the guy jerking off while watching us.
"Oh yeah Brady, fuck my little pussy harder!" I moaned out, making my voice sound like a porn star girl.
Brady thrust into me deeper and my tits bounced roughly against his mouth. "That's it baby, give me your big fat dick. Ohhh yeah, I love the way you feel in my tight little pussy. Mmmm you're so fucking big and hard!"
With his lips wrapped around my breast, Brady glanced up at me; his brow arched at my overly vulgar, loud mouth. My lips curled into a smirk as I met his gaze. "You feel so good inside of me, fucking my hot, tight pussy." I gyrated my hips, pushing him deeper into me. "Ohhhh yeah, fuck me like that. Make me cum all over your huge cock!"
I gave a glance towards supermarket guy as I arched my back, pulling my tits from Brady's mouth. I just knew the guy could see the wet marks across my swollen nipples from where Brady had been sucking on them. Brady followed my gaze then looked at me, "You little slut!" he said playfully.
I giggled lasciviously, "Only for you."
He raked his hands up my back and grabbed my hair, forcing my head back. He licked my throat then wiggled his tongue into the valley between my breasts. "Who are you trying to make cum? Me or him?"
"You," I said as I played with my nipple. "Only you."
He groaned a low sound of satisfaction, "But you like it that he is watching."
"I guess."
"You do."
"Yeah. I do," I admitted boldly.
"Then put on a good show, baby. Moan for us." He snaked a hand between our bodies and rubbed the pad of his thumb against my clit, eliciting a groan from me.
"Ohhhhh." I groaned as loud as possible as he rubbed my clit while he slid his cock in and out of me. "I'm so wet! So, so wet! Your cock feels so good! Fuck me harder! Deeper!"
Brady thrust into me as I bounced on his cock; the feeling of him swelled inside of me nearly sent me over the edge. He sensed my nearness and yanked me up by my hips, raising me into the air and leaning me against the top of the steering wheel. With my legs pushed apart, he gave my pussy a few long strokes with his tongue.
My legs involuntarily tried to close, clamping around his head as he assaulted my clit with his tongue. My juices smeared across his chin, lips, and nose. "Brady! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum! You're fucking going to make me cum, oh fuck!" My body trembled, shuddered, and felt as if it burst into a thousand blissful pieces as he ate me into a mind-blowing orgasm.
As I was groaning, he pulled me back down into his lap and thrust his silky rod into me. My pussy was still fluttering, my lower belly contracting, undulating, as I rode his cock through the aftermath of orgasm. I wasn't sure I was going to stop cumming. The intense pleasure kept flooding through me, and all I could do was hold onto Brady while he fucked me.
I cried out as the sensations started to overwhelm me. Tears of bliss streaked my face and I groaned so loud, I'm sure not only did the guy watching us hear me, but probably the employees in the store heard me as well- and I did not care. I only cared about the euphoric, rippling pleasure assaulting me.
Brady grunted; his breathing became jagged, as he panted. "I'm going to cum, fuck. I'm going to cum in your pussy." He gave a final thrust into me as his entire body went tense. I could feel his warmth spreading inside of me.
I slumped forward and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling him to me as we both tried to catch our breath.
A knock on the passenger side window startled me. I glanced over and turned fifty shades of red as I realized Sheriff Grahm was standing there. "If you two are finished with your little show, I need to talk to you two." I was mortified.
We both scrambled for our clothes, saying nothing as we quickly dressed. After we had climbed out of the truck, I noticed super-market guy had disappeared.
I sheepishly looked to the Sheriff, "Sheriff Grahm." I nodded, mortified. Being watched by pervy supermarket guy was one thing, but being caught by Brady's dad was another.
He folded his arms. "Piper. Brady."
"Sorry..." I winced. "We didn't mean any disrespect."
He shook his head. "Don't be. I was young once." He looked towards the supermarket doors. "Things are about to get very nasty. You two got enough supplies?" he asked as he peeked into the truck bed.
Brady nodded, "I think so. At least for a couple of weeks."
The Sheriff gave a defeated sigh while shaking his head. "Son, I don't think that's going to be enough. Get a couple months worth if you can." He pulled out his wallet and handed his son several one hundred dollar bills.
Brady nodded grimly.
"So I take it you're going to be at the Langston's Farm?" The Sheriff asked.
Brady nodded again, "Yeah. I can't leave her alone. Her parents are out of town, remember?"
"I remember. And I wouldn't want you to leave her by herself. Just call me every night. Keep in touch, but stay put. I don't want you two traveling the roads. It's going to get real dangerous real soon. If the phones go out, stay there. I'll come to you."
We both nodded, "We promise."
He hugged his son, then drove off in his patrol car.
"Do you really think it's going to get that bad?" I asked nervously.
Brady nodded, "If my dad is worried...maybe, yeah." He wrapped his arms around me tightly, "But don't worry. I will be here for you. I will always be here for you, Piper."
*
ApocaLips Three
I rolled my head to the side as I slowly roused from sleep. I had been dreaming, though as I parted my eyes the dream faded. Whatever it had been had left a smile on my lips and a sensual humming through my body. "Mmmm," I muttered as I rubbed my face, trying to remember the last remnants of the arousing dream.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the lookout tower, I realized that the dream wasn't the cause of my arousal, but that the culprit was my watch partner's hand. His other was wrapped around his night-vision binoculars as he scanned the forest in the distance, and the more intimate one nudged between my legs, rubbing against my thigh just below my crotch.
"What are you doing?" I whispered sleepily to Ian.
"Waking you up, Lexa. You said you wanted up at o'dark thirty," he responded with a smirk.
The brilliant moonlight illuminated his profile and I couldn't help but admire the strength in his face. Though he was only in his mid-twenties, he had the bearing of someone older, someone who was used to giving orders and having them followed without question. I assumed he had been in the military, special ops probably, but I didn't know for sure because he would rarely talk about his past. Hardly anyone did, for that matter.
Ian and I had been assigned to the north tower over a month ago. Camp Grahm, named for our leader, was run like a military operation. Most people called it the militia, but the rumors spreading about the place were mostly unfounded. We didn't kidnap people, for one. And we certainly didn't execute people who wanted to leave. In fact, hardly anyone wanted to leave. It was safer in numbers.
I was picked up by the militia nearly two months ago while I was looting abandoned houses with my best friend Ashlyn. They offered me a safe place to live in exchange for an honest day's work and said they could even train both Ashlyn and I to better survive this new apocalyptic world. I was all for it, and went willingly with them.
Ian promi
sed we'd come back the next day to look for Ashlyn, and said she'd probably be picked up by some other scouts who were out in the area, so I wasn't all that worried about her.
When she didn't show up that night at the camp, Ian took me back to search for her the next day, though she was nowhere to be found. For a week, Ian and I searched for her to no avail. I couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving her. I had debated on leaving Camp Graham and searching for her on my own, but Ian convinced me to stay. He said to give it some time, that if she hadn't been found by the scouts within three months, he would leave with me to find her. He also said that there were other survivalist camps and that she probably made her way to one of those, and was fine and well.
Maybe he meant it, or maybe he was just telling me what I needed to hear to stay. Ashlyn was a lot stronger than I, and I knew that she would probably be okay on her own for a while. As much as I hated to admit it, I probably would have been dead the first night out by myself, and I think Ian knew that. That is probably why he asked me to remain at the camp.
In the weeks we had been on tower duty together, we had forged a deep friendship. We spent countless hours talking while watching for Infected and anyone else that would cause us harm. I would talk of the past, and he would talk about the future. It was harder for me to accept a broken world. I was only nineteen and wanted all of the things a normal nineteen-year-old would want. I was supposed to tour Europe with Ashlyn. I was supposed to go to college and live in a dorm with her and go to parties and flirt with boys. I was supposed to get a new car and a new job and visit my folks for the weekend and bring home my dirty laundry. I was supposed to have a life.
I frequently lived in the past and often lamented over all the things that were lost to us. Ian was always kind and sympathetic though he never confided about the things he missed. His past was a complete mystery to me, and when I wasn't remembering my own past, I was inventing one for him in my head. He had some tattoos that I thought had something to do with the military. It was easy to imagine him fighting some foreign war, leading troops, or whatever it was they did. But he definitely was special ops. Had to be. The way he commanded the men in Camp Grahm could testify to that. And the survival knowledge he had was incredible.
Recently we had begun to flirt here and there while on watch, but it was a very recent thing for us to actually touch. And it was definitely a new thing for him to be touching my thigh. I shifted and flexed, trying to release the tension from napping on the hard wooden floor of the tower.
Ian pulled his hand up and focused the binoculars.
"Why did you stop," I pouted in a whimpery, sensual voice. After the dream, I was tingling from head to toe.
"Because I didn't know if you wanted me to continue."
My eyes lit with desire, "Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know...we've never talked about this."
"So talk."
"Fine. I like you. There," he said.
"I like you too," I admitted softly, hoping I wasn't blushing.
"In a normal world, I would ask you for coffee and out on a date, and then we'd take it from there. Sorry, I don't know how relationships work during the end of the world."
"Well for one thing, when you touch a girl like that, you don't stop. For another, if you need to 'date' me, then take me to breakfast at the mess hall in the morning and we can see how things go." I smirked as I brazenly grabbed his hand and brought it to my crotch. "But for now, I want you to wake me up again." I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. He rubbed his thumb against the black denim in a slow circle, just over my clit. The friction was maddening and I gave a soft little whimper, enjoying the sensations that were tingling beneath his touch.
My thoughts began to drift to my last sexual encounter. His name was Jon, a guy I went to prom with and had been casually dating before the end of the world. Prom was such a cliché, with Jon thinking I was going to sleep with him after the dance. He went all out with candles and flowers in our hotel room.
I had debated it for weeks. Should I? Or should I not? I knew the first time was supposed to be special, but I also knew that I didn't love Jon. I liked him a whole lot, but that breathless, can't-wait-to-be-with you butterflies in the stomach kind of feeling never happened with him. However, at the time, I also wanted to just get it over with. I was tired of it being a Big Deal between my friends and me.
After the dance, we went back to the Holiday Inn and we had drunk some cheap champagne that he got his older brother to buy. It was my first time drinking and I felt giddy and didn't realize that the butterfly feeling was caused by the alcohol and not by the guy.
Jon, encouraged by my intoxication, managed to get me out of my powder blue silk dress. I felt on top of the world as I stretched across the mattress, stretching indulgently while wearing my sparkling new jewelry and lacy underthings.
It was magic, the combination of more alcohol and Jon's fingers against my black panties. He found that magic spot and rubbed it without mercy while gnawing at my hardened nipple. It was bliss, the tingling sensations that ran from my nipple to my pussy. I was beyond aroused. I was in heat and wanted nothing more than have Jon take me in any way that he pleased.
He tugged my bra to the side enough that my nipple popped up, swollen and wet from his lavishing, and sucked it into his mouth. He pulled my panties to the side and ran his fingers between my sleek, newly shaven nether lips. He rubbed me into a frenzy, and his fingers became slick with my juices.
I moaned as the delicious sensations intensified. It was the most intoxicating experience of my whole life. I cried for more, and Jon rubbed my clit while he turned his attention to my other breast. My bra was caught up beneath my tits, with my little mounds pushed up and together. Both nipples stood erect, swollen and wet from his tongue. I watched as he lapped at the tender pink tips, and it caused my pussy to clench.
My head pushed back against the pillow as he thrust two fingers into me. "Mmm," I moaned, as he pistoned his fingers in and out of my slit. I rocked my hips and pushed myself against his hand, enjoying the tight, wet pleasure.
It didn't take long until I orgasmed.
Before I knew what was happening, Jon was settling in between my pushed open thighs and unzipping his pants. His cock sprang out and I couldn't help but gasp as he started stroking himself. I was in a daze, half intoxicated, but coming down from the euphoric high of orgasm.
"Oh Lexa, I've been wanting you for so long," he cooed as he hovered over me. A part of me wanted to protest, to push him off, because I couldn't bear the thought of him shoving that thing inside of me. But the other part felt it would be horribly rude to stop him now, especially after I had orgasmed.
I closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath against my neck. He rubbed the tip of his cock through my silken crease, and I moaned, determined to enjoy the experience.
He grunted, then groaned. I felt a hot gush of fluid splattering against my opening and wondered if he came. Surely not...
"Fuck," he grumbled as he rolled off of me. "I am so sorry, Lexa."
I wasn't even certain we had sex.
"Open your eyes," Ian commanded, breaking me out of my reverie.
My eyes fluttered open and I stared up at him.
"What were you thinking about?" His rich voice reverberated down my spine.
"Nothing," I lied sheepishly.
"I don't believe you. Tell me."
"You know. My first time."
"Ah. The infamous two-second Jon."
I, of course, had told Ian all about him. I had told him most every little detail of my life by this point. What else was there to do to pass the time while on watch?
"It didn't count," he said as tugged at the zipper of my jeans. "Just because he penetrated you with his fingers doesn't mean you had sex." He pulled the fabric apart and ran his fingertip over the delicate soft fabric of my panties.
"But..." I started to protest.
"But nothing. He came on you. Not in you. Huge difference, baby." His fing
ers lightly caressed over my pubic mound.
"I guess," I said as I watched the lazy movement of his roaming hand.
"Are you sure about this? Have you have given it some thought. Us, I mean," he asked as he teased me.
I nodded. "Yes." Had I given it some thought? It was all I thought of, day and night. Ian consumed my every waking moment, and I was haunted by him in my dreams. Oh yes, Ian, I have given this much thought.
"I'm older than you." He stared at me with those perfect, bewitching blue eyes.
"So? Like that matters now." He wasn't even ten years older than me, but I wouldn't care if he were twenty years older.
"Last chance to stop." He tugged at the waistband of my panties. "Because I want you, Lexa. All of you. And once you cross that line with me, there's no going back."
His words sent a shiver of desire down my spine. He wanted me. Mmmm. I melted. "I know," I rasped. "I want it. I want you."
He gave a little groan at my admission and leaned down so that his face was inches from mine. "Positive?"
"Yes," I whispered, feeling my breath catching in the back of my throat.
His mouth hovered over mine for a few seconds and I swear I thought my heart would thump its way out of my chest. Desire pulsed. He closed the distance and pressed his lips against mine. Electricity sparkled between us. I lifted a hand and cupped his cheek as he kissed me so intimately, so tenderly, so possessively.
His hand slid beneath my neck, then lower to my back and he lifted me up without breaking the kiss. Our tongues collided until I was almost breathless. He turned me so that my back was to him, but I remained on my knees facing the open area below. "We are still on duty," he said as he slid the binoculars to me.
I nodded, thinking the moment was over as I adjusted them, bringing into view the tree line in the distance.
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