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

by Natasha Hunter

"We will see." I clamped my mouth over his other nipple to remind him who was in control in that moment and rolled my tongue around it after he let out a sharp gasp. "Perhaps I'll let you," I said as I slid my back down the wall, squatting in front of him. I wrapped both of my hands around his erection and rubbed in a twisting motion down the length of him.

  His guttural groan encouraged me, and so I leaned forward and flicked my tongue around the meaty head. Glancing up, I watched his face as I lapped at his purple swollen head, keeping my hot little tongue moving at all times. The look of bliss on his face made me grin and I pulled back, "So that works."

  "Uh huh," he groaned.

  "I wonder if you'll like this...." I pumped his cock toward my lips but kept them closed. My hands slid easily in the warm water along his silky rod as I jacked him off towards my mouth. Occasionally I'd part my lips and dart my tongue out, giving him just a tiny little flick, then would close my mouth again.

  "Tease," he uttered from the torture.

  "Mmmhmmm," I said as I dipped my head lower and took one of his balls into my mouth. It felt strange, yet by the sound of his groan, I knew it was pleasurable for him. I went easy, sucking and tonguing it, with an occasional grazing of my teeth across his taut skin.

  I pulled my head away as I released his cock and pushed the water from my face. My hair was hanging in wet strands, and I tucked it behind my ear so that I could take him into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his thick head again, then parted my mouth wide to take him between my lips. I leaned in, forcing his inches into my mouth, taking as much as possible. Perhaps I was a little overzealous because I started to choke and pulled my head back and wiped my fingers below my mouth.

  "Sorry," I gasped. "I think I need to go slower..."

  He stared down at me and said nothing. His face was tight, arms flexed. I think he was trying to control himself and all I could do was smile up at him before I took him into my mouth again.

  This time, I slowed the pace and slowly, but deliberately eased him into my mouth. My lips stretched wide around his silky thickness. My tongue undulated beneath, and what I couldn't fit into my mouth, I stroked with my hands.

  He stood perfectly still and erect while I went to work on his cock. At first, my tempo was slow, but just knowing how hard and turned on he was made me enormously aroused, so I picked up the pace. I imagined his cock sliding into my pussy, and how delicious it would feel.

  He grunted and groaned every time I would try to force just a little bit more of him in. I could feel him pressing against the back of my throat from time to time, and I was amazed that I could fit so much of him between my cheeks. I could taste him too. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and coated my mouth with a salty, silky substance.

  I grazed my fingers along his muscular thighs as I worked him in and out of my mouth. I wondered what his cum would taste like. Glancing up, I kept my eyes on his face while I sucked, licked, and played with his cock and balls. I wanted to watch his face while he orgasmed in my mouth.

  "Goddamn, Lexa. I'm close. So close."

  "Mmmmm," I murmured around his swollen head, the vibration eliciting yet another moan out of my soldier. I pulled him out of my mouth quickly and ordered, "Come. In my mouth." Without even waiting for a reply, I took him between my lips again. I bobbed my head while I tongued his cock. His hips started to gyrate, and I knew that he was losing control. I groaned and moaned as I loudly sucked him off.

  "Fuck. Oh fuck," he rasped. "I can't hold back."

  And I didn't want him to! I pumped him furiously with both hands while I extended my tongue. Seconds later he erupted white creamy fluid across my tongue, lips, and chin.

  I smirked up at him as I instinctively swallowed, the taste of the hot fluid fresh on my lips. He leaned down and grabbed me by my arms, pulling me up as he slid his arms around me. "You are fucking amazing." I was thrilled that I could please him so.

  He buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed his way around my throat, precipitating a surge of hot chills to sweep down my spine. He ran the tip of his tongue down the length of my throat as the water sprayed down. Ian cupped my breast and flicked his thumb across my tight little bud. "I want to kiss you," he said as he brushed his lips across my collar bone. "Here." Bending, he flicked his tongue lower, across the gentle slope of my breast, "And here." He sucked at my rosy tip, his teeth nipping lightly, "and here."

  I pressed my head against the shower wall and moaned as he lapped at my nipples, giving one attention, and then the other. "Mmmm."

  "Oh. And most definitely here," he said as he kneeled in front of me and ever-so-lightly pressed his lips against my pussy.

  My entire being went electric as he parted my labia with his fingers and licked at my pussy with these feather-light flicks of his tongue. My belly clenched and my body started to tremble as he rolled his tongue around in lazy circles.

  I curled my fingers into his wet hair. A shudder rippled through me as he wiggled and writhed his tongue into my pink wetness. He slid his hands behind me, cradling my buttocks as his tongue did wicked things to my pussy. He ate me as if he were a man starving. His mouth was everywhere, his lips firm as they glided along my soaking wet parts.

  I groaned deep in my throat as he flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit. He gave it another quick swipe, then pulled his head away to scatter a flurry of light kisses along my thighs.

  "Ian," I gasped out his name, my knuckles going white in his hair as he returned to that one tiny little part of me. He sucked my clit into his mouth as he slid his hands around my hips. I felt his fingers gliding between my slippery folds, then easing into my heated depths. He pushed two fingers in and out of my tight little hole as he devoured my clit.

  I cried out as he brought me to a shuddering peak. I trembled against him, flooding him with my juices. I had never felt so wonderful and alive in my whole entire life.

  "That good?" He asked as he scattered a couple of kisses over my lower belly.

  "Uh huh. Amazing," I said breathlessly.

  "Bell. Lavine." A voice called out. "The old man wants to see you in his office."

  A look of horror flashed across my face as I realized someone had heard us. Ian straightened up and kissed my forehead, then whispered against my ear, "Don't be so uptight. People have sex."

  "Tell him we will be there in ten," Ian called out casually.

  *

  Ian grabbed my hand while we waited to be shown into Sheriff Graham's office. He smiled, "You seem nervous."

  "I feel like we are in trouble. Being called to the 'principal's' office and all."

  He chuckled. "I have it on good authority that Graham doesn't care what we do as long as we do our jobs."

  My brow quirked, "And you know this how?"

  "Because I asked," he said matter-of-factly.

  "You asked him if you could have sex with me?"

  He chuckled again. "No, of course I didn't phrase it so crudely. I asked his policy on dating. He is fine with it."

  That made me feel somewhat better.

  "Sheriff Graham will see you now," his secretary said as she motioned to the door.

  We stepped inside his office and I closed the door behind us. Graham stood and shook Ian's hand, then motioned for us to take a seat.

  "Thank you both for coming. I know you both just came off of the night shift and probably want to hit the rack, so I'll keep this short. There's a compound called Rose Hill several miles north." He circled it on a map that was stretched out across his desk. "It once was a church with an order of nuns living in a convent on the same land. After the Infection hit, people started flocking to their places of worship. Rose Hill is one of the bigger churches, and the nuns took in a lot of survivors. A compound grew out of that situation."

  I nodded.

  "At first, we heard good things about the place, so we've left them alone and kept our focus on survivors in the south, assuming that those in the north would find their way to Rose Hill. However, recent reports
from our scouts have told a different story. A man by the name of Aiden Conrad has assumed control of the place. He used to teach at the local public high school, so he comes from a position of authority and trust. However, we know that he is not the virtuous man he is claiming to be. He is sexually taking advantage of young girls."

  "That is disgusting." I said.

  Graham nodded in agreement. "It is. It sickens me to my core and I can't help but feel responsible."

  "How could you be responsible for anything he has done?" I asked.

  "Because I didn't keep a close enough eye on the place," Grahm said grimly.

  I frowned, "You can't control everything, Sheriff. You do an amazing job keeping us all safe here."

  He smiled with gratitude. "I appreciate you saying that, Lexa." He leaned back in his chair and gave a weary sigh. "What I need is better intel. I need eyes and ears on the inside so I know for a fact what he is up to. There have even been rumors that he is confiscating weapons when new people come in so that he can build a stockpile for his soldiers. Once he has enough under his command, it isn't too far of a stretch to think he will go on the offensive."

  "You think he will try to raid our camp?" Ian asked.

  "It isn't outside of the realm of possibilities," Graham said. "Wouldn't be the first time someone has attacked us, right?"

  We both nodded. A shiver snaked down my spine as I remembered last month's attack by a wandering group who wanted what we had. It was the first time I had ever used the sniper rifle to kill a living person.

  "So," Graham looked between the both of us. "Are you up for a recon mission?"

  "Me?" I couldn't hide my surprise at the level of trust, darting a quick glance to Ian and back to the Sheriff, "Us?"

  He nodded. "Most of our people are locals. You two aren't from around here. He won't know you, nor suspect that you're from here. You can pose as a married couple, that way they will keep you together on the inside."

  "When do we leave?" I asked with a hint of excitement.

  Ian sideglanced me, "Are you sure about this?"

  I nodded solemnly. "Yes."

  I could tell that he would be worried, and no doubt he was just being overly protective, but I felt up to the task. "I can do this."

  "I have every confidence in you, otherwise I wouldn't be asking you to go." Graham smiled. "You can leave tomorrow. I'll have Brax's men drive you within a couple of miles. From there you will walk. The closer you get to their compound, the more likely it is they'll have eyes on you, so play up the couple thing."

  I blushed furiously. Ian smirked, "No problem."

  "They will take your weapons at the gate, so we will supply you with a couple of throw-away guns. You have two days to gather as much intel as you can. Brax and his guys will camp out a couple of miles outside the perimeter. If you aren't out within forty-eight hours, we will assume there is a problem and Brax has the go-ahead to storm the compound."

  I winced as I thought about the worst case scenario. "Hopefully, there won't be any problems."

  "Most likely there won't. But. We will have contingency plans in place for your safety. I would have sent Ian in alone since he has real world combat experience. However, I feel like the females will be more likely to open up to you, Lexa."

  I nodded.

  "So. Any questions?"

  We both shook our heads.

  "Good. I'll let you two get some rest and I'll see you in the morning."

  "Thank you, sir," Ian said, just before we stepped out of his office.

  *

  "So..." Ian hesitated as we walked along the runway, heading towards the barracks on the far end. "Do you want to stay with me or get some sleep in your own bunk? I know we have a big morning ahead of us, so..."

  "True. But. We do get extra hours for sleep tonight since we don't have watch." I blushed as I side glanced him, hoping my meaning was perfectly clear. I wanted him.

  He gave my hand a squeeze while smiling, then brought it to his lips. "My dear, would you do me the great honor of accompanying me to my room?"

  "I thought you'd never ask." I fluttered my lashes playfully.

  We stopped to chat with Piper and Brady, who lived a few barracks down. Brady was Sheriff Graham's son, and he had known Piper since they were babies. They were around my age though they seemed too mature to be teens. I guess everyone had to grow up quickly when the world fell apart. We said our goodbyes then headed into Ian's room.

  I found it strangely sparse. "You don't have much stuff."

  He shrugged, "What can I say, I'm not a hoarder. What did you expect?"

  "I don't know. I thought maybe you'd collect something or another." Most people did these days. It was a way to keep their minds preoccupied with something other than what was happening outside of the gates. There were long lists of stuff for the scouts to bring back while they did their patrols.

  He sat down on the bed and unlaced his boots, "What was it you collect? Oh right. Cameo necklaces and anything with roses on it. Really useful at the end of the world."

  I blushed with embarrassment. "Yeah. So," I said defensively. "It reminds me of my grandmother."

  He stood and circled his arms around me, "You know I was teasing. In fact, I think it quite adorable." His lips brushed gently across mine, "You are adorable." His hands were on my lower back, massaging softly.

  I pressed my mouth against his chin, then grazed my lips across his neck. "You are adorable too."

  "Men aren't adorable. Men are manly. Tough. Or even rugged. But never, ever adorable." He slid his hands beneath my shirt and forced it up, over my head. After throwing it onto a nearby chair, he wrapped his arms around my torso and undid my bra.

  "You are to me." I licked along his throat, his skin tasted of soap and salt and something elusive, something that was completely Ian. My hands worked at the button of his pants, which unsnapped as he unbuckled mine.

  "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, Miss Bell. Me, adorable. What do you base this statement upon hmmm?" He deftly pulled my bra straps down my arms and pressed his lips to my shoulders.

  "You play ball with the kids even if you're exhausted after a night on the watch. You have covered Brady's shift just so he could spend his five-month anniversary with Piper. You even played tea party with Bonni and wore one of her dress up hats just to make her happy. You, my darling man, are adorable."

  "I resent that!" he feigned mock outrage as he pulled my pants down completely, scattering a barrage of kisses along my taut stomach and thighs. Once my pants and panties were off, he quickly pushed his off then scooped me up and carried me over to his bed. He laid me out on the scratchy, green blanket and settled down on top of me. "I will show you how much of a man I am," he promised huskily as his lips closed in on mine.

  He kissed me deeply and thoroughly. His lips were scorching hot. Demanding. Eliciting a fever that caused my skin to burn for his touch. My thoughts were scattered as his tongue roamed my mouth.

  His hand caressed my breast, cupped it while the full length of his body rubbed against mine. I could feel the steel-hard outline of his erection pressing against my belly. My thighs parted, opening for him, wanting, needing, to feel that erection elsewhere. My body quivered as he rolled his hips and rubbed his cock lower, easing it between the plump lips of my slit. I groaned and grabbed at the blanket, my fingers curled into the rough fabric.

  "Are you ready for this?" he asked hoarsely before taking my nipple into his mouth. He swiped his tongue around it and nibbled.

  "Yes. Omigod yes." I writhed beneath him, swaying my hips and thrusting up to feel more. The pressure of his cock rubbing against me intensified, pushing me into a frenzy of pure bliss. "I want you, Ian. I always have."

  He returned his mouth to mine and lapped at my tongue as he slid a hand down between us. "I can't stop now, Lexa. I can't." His breath was ragged as his fingers probed my pussy, getting slick with all of my juices. "Mmm, you're so wet."

  "For you." I could f
eel heat upon my cheeks. I imagined my whole entire body was flushed, burning from a terrible need to have him inside of me. I wanted to feel him plunging deep into me. I wanted that connection, with nothing between us. My moaning was urgent and gaspy.

  He moved his hand and settled his elbows beside my head. Slowly, he thrust into my small, tight opening. All at once he was inside of me, full and complete. My pussy contracted, the muscles squeezing around his thick shaft. "I don't want to hurt you."

  "It doesn't hurt," I said with surprised sincerity. "I guess it doesn't hurt everyone their first time?" I drew in a slow breath as my body accustomed itself to his girth. "God. You feel so...so amazing."

  He buried his head in the crook of my shoulder as he pulled out of me and eased himself back in. I knew it was taking all of his control not to just pound me hard, and I appreciated him being delicate, but at the same time, I wanted it to hurt.

  "Harder," I whispered against his ear. "Take me really hard."

  His groan was muffled against my skin.

  "Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."

  "Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.

  "Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  "Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"