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

by Natasha Hunter

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.

  Sweat dripped from his brow as he laid his forehead against mine. My release ignited his. He groaned into my mouth as I felt the surge of his orgasm, the warmth of his seed filling me. I had never felt more delicious, more satisfied, more whole, in my entire life. I stared up at him through my thick, dark lashes, and smiled with contentment. "I love you, Ian."

  "I." He kissed my sweaty forehead. "Love." He kissed each of my cheeks. "You." He kissed me on the mouth.

  *

  The following morning, we were up before dawn. We rushed through showers and breakfast, then packed a couple of backpacks with ordinary items that any traveler might have access to.

  Ian went to speak to Graham a final time before we left. I carried our things out to Brax's jeep and climbed into the back to wait. I dozed off, still feeling a little tired- and deliciously sore- while I waited for his return.

  He woke me with a kiss. "Wake up sleepy head."

  I grinned as I blinked my eyes open. "Sorry."

  "No need to apologize, Mrs. Levine." He took my hand and slid a sparkling diamond onto my finger. "Will you be my pretend wife while we go undercover?"

  I gasped with emotion and tried to hide my disappointment. "Of course." I couldn't help it. I wanted it to be for real.

  He studied my face, his beautiful eyes searching mine. "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing," I lied.

  "I know you, Lexa. Tell me."

  I shook my head, feeling small and foolish. Of course he wasn't really going to propose after being together one whole night. I forced a cheery smile to my lips. "Nothing. Just waking up. You know I am groggy when I first wake up."

  "I do. And I know a thousand other little things about you. You don't think I was paying attention all those nights on watch but I was. I remember every single detail. I know your moods. And I especially know when you're lying. You're upset."

  "I wanted it to be for real," I blurted out. "Fine. There. Happy?"

  He stared at me for a long moment, his gaze intent. "You want to marry me?" He sounded astonished.

  I nodded sheepishly. "I love you, Ian." I glanced down.

  He tipped a finger beneath my chin and lifted my head. "Lexa. This isn't how I planned on proposing to you. But know this. I had planned on proposing. For real. Because I love you too." He planted his lips against mine for a brief kiss, then pulled back. "So will you marry me? For real?"

  My eyes lit with wonder, "You're not just saying that?"

  "No. I want you. I want you today. I will want you tomorrow. And I will want you for the rest of my life. Be my wife, Lexa."

  *

  Infiltrating Rose Hill was easier than I thought it would be. They accepted anyone apparently, provided that they surrendered their weapons at the guard gate. I was uneasy about us giving up our guns, but we weren't getting in otherwise.

  Ian and I played the doting couple while we toured the grounds. Our guide was some hippy girl named Sunny; she was much too chipper but very friendly and down to earth. The people we met outside seemed to be ordinary and hardworking. I couldn't imagine they were plotting to wage war on our camp, but then again, appearances could be deceiving.

  After we finished dinner, we were offered a small bag of toiletries and shown to the showers. I reluctantly parted from Ian and headed into the girls' bathrooms. My thoughts drifted as I stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water. I didn't think I'd ever be able to shower again without thinking of Ian.

  Images flashed through my mind as I held my head back, wetting my hair. I could almost feel his mouth grazing along my throat. I imagined him kissing me lower, taking my nipples into his mouth. My pulse beat erratic, quickened by the thought of him kissing me even lower. The feel of his tongue lapping at the water cascading down my torso. Him, there, on the shower floor in front of me, his hands and mouth insistent.

  I knew I didn't have much time but I didn't care. I slid my hand between my thighs and rubbed my fingers against my slick wetness. My fingers slid between my swollen lips, seeking out that tiny bit of flesh that would send me spiraling out of control. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I rubbed quick little circles across my clit. Pleasure bloomed, tightened in my stomach and sent every nerve ending tingling, aching for release.

  My teeth clamped onto my lower lip as I leaned my back against the shower wall. I pushed two fingers into my slick opening while I worked my clit. Images of Ian kneeling, pleasuring my core with his mouth, his tongue slithering through my pink folds flashed through my mind. The intensity of my pleasure bubbled, causing me to tremble. I lingered on the cusp of orgasm, the sensations wracking throughout my body with such power that I felt like I was about to burn from the inside out. Seconds later my breath caught as I climaxed, liquid fire searing through my bloodstream. My heart thundered against my ribs as I fought to steady my breathing.

  Steamy hot water dripped down my body, washing away the evidence of my orgasm. I cleaned myself as quickly as possible then dressed, hoping the flush on my cheeks didn't give away what I had just done.

  Ian was waiting for me in the corridor. He gave me a wolfish grin and leaned in to kiss my cheek, whispering against my ear, "Have fun, baby?"

  I squealed a little sound of protest as I pushed him away, "How did you know?"

  He smirked, "Because you had that same look on your face this morning."

  "Hmph," I wrinkled my nose, feigning indignation.

  He chuckled as he laced his fingers with mine. "And I hope to see that look again very soon." He winked at me suggestively. "Unfortunately, it won't be tonight."

  I pouted, "Why not?"

  "They said it is against the rules for us to sleep in the same bed. Something about not having enough room to accommodate couples." His tone suggested he didn't believe them.

  "Oh..." I sighed with disappointment. "Well. I guess I will see you bright and early?"

  "Count on it."

  We walked hand in hand towards the women's dorm. "See you in the morning." I gave him a lingering kiss, then went off to find a spot to sleep. A nun directed me to an empty mattress and briefly went over the rules. Apparently we weren't allowed out of the dorm until morning time. I nodded my thanks then settled in for the night.

  Hours passed as I pretended to sleep. I listened carefully, making certain I had the guards' patrol pattern down before I decided to make my move. Technically this wasn't part of the plan, but I was too nervous to sleep. I figured I could gather some intel, and it would be so much easier to do with most everyone asleep. My goal was to find where Conrad's office was, and from there perhaps locate where they stored the weapons.

  Something had been nagging at the back of my mind since we arrived. Rose Hill was supposed to be a refuge for everyone, but there weren't that many people for its sheer size. And, the people I had been introduced to were healthy, fit, and on the younger side. Soldiers and warriors, mostly. Raiders. It occurred to me that they could be luring people in with the promise of refuge to confiscate their weapons, then toss them out after they broke a 'rule' of the compound. It would be an easy way to stockpile guns and ammunition without anyone the wiser.

  Silently I crawled off of the mattress and crouched, moving within the shadows along the wall, slowly making my way to the door. The silence was punctured by distant gun fire outside the compound and I froze, hoping that the noise didn't awaken anyone. I held my breath as I glanced around the room for movement. I counted to twenty as I waited by the door, looking out across the dorm to make certain no o
ne had seen me. Satisfied that everyone was still asleep, I reached for the door handle and wiggled it. Thankfully it wasn't locked and swung open. I straightened up and headed down the dark corridor.

  With feather-light footsteps, I crept along the hall until I came to a couple of doors on the left and right. In the dim light, I could make out the name Aidan Conrad. Jackpot. I tried the handle and was surprised when it wasn't locked either. Two thoughts occurred to me. Either he had nothing to hide and that is why he left the door unlocked, or, he was so convinced that no one would dare enter into his private sanctum that he didn't bother locking it.

  Either way, I was going in. Summoning up all my courage, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness as I closed the door behind me. I was overjoyed as the clouds parted, allowing a bit of moonlight to seep through the stained-glass window on the opposite side of the room. Several boxes were stacked in front of his desk. A leather sofa stretched against the wall on the left, the right was filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves. In the hazy light, I made my way around the boxes and stepped behind his desk. I settled into his chair as quietly as possible, then exhaled a soft breath. So far, so good.

  I skimmed my gaze across his entire office as I tried to get a feel for the man. Running my hands over the chair's arm rests, I tried to imagine Conrad sitting in this very spot. Though I hadn't seen him yet, I had a pretty good mental image of him: athletic, powerful, and most likely a sociopath.

  I rummaged through his desk drawers and files first but found nothing useful. I skimmed through list after list, each detailed with names and dates. I had to hand it to him, he was organized. Meticulous, in fact, and that thought led me to believe he would have a weapons list somewhere or other. But where would he keep it?

  A sound coming from the other side of the door caught my attention as I closed one of the desk drawers. I heard a girl's muffled laughter just before the door knob wiggled. A sudden jolt of fear at being caught stole through me. I quietly slid out of the chair and curled up into a ball beneath his desk as quickly as I could while remaining silent. My heart palpitated. Fear made the hairs on my nape tingle.

  The door swung open. "Are you sure I won't get into trouble?" A female spoke, her voice saccharine and suggestive.

  "Well. If you do, I would be the one to punish you," I heard him respond. "I would have to spank you like the bad little girl that you are." I wondered if I was hearing the infamous Conrad or if someone else had helped themselves to his office?

  "Am I really a bad little girl?" she asked in an exaggerated, sensual voice.

  "So bad that I might have to punish you now." I couldn't help but to roll my eyes.

  "But that's not fair, because I'm so good, Mister Conrad," she purred her words. "Let me show you just how good I can be."

  So it was him. I tilted my head to the side to peek between the boxes stacked in front of the desk. He had his back to me, but I could see most of her in the shadowy light. I bit down on my lip hard to keep from gasping my surprise at the nun's habit she wore.

  He pushed her towards the sofa and tugged the black fabric up to her shoulders from behind, exposing her back and red thong. What kind of nun wore a red thong?

  "Mmm." He rubbed his hands over her smooth ass, then pulled the thong down to mid-thigh. Her legs were long, pale, and sinewy. "We will see just how good you are." He spanked her round bottom, then slid his knee between her legs to widen her stance.

  The girl gave a little moan as he spanked her again. He grabbed her ass with both hands, sinking his fingers into her milky white flesh as he rubbed his crotch against her. "Ohhh, that feels so good," she moaned.

  "And this will feel better," he said as he leaned over and traced her spine with the tip of his tongue. He trailed a wet path to her lower back, then went lower as he pulled apart her cheeks and lapped his tongue around her asshole. She wiggled and writhed against him, whimpering with pleasure as he held her tightly.

  It was the most perverse thing I had ever seen and yet I couldn't stop watching. I was hypnotized by his tongue probing into the crease of her ass, lapping at the little pink ring in the center.

  "You like that hmmm?" he asked in between long licks.

  "Ohhh, yeah," she cooed. Her fingers pressed into the back of the sofa, the black fabric of her habit slid closer to her shoulders, exposing her bouncing, bra-less tits. A tattoo of a snake stretched from the side of her breast towards her hip. Another mocking tattoo of a horned devil covered her upper thigh. Something about the tattoos unnerved me, especially since she was wearing the clothes of a nun!

  He slipped a hand beneath her and raked his fingers through her pussy-lips, soaking his fingers. He brought that wetness up to her ass and smeared it around her hole as he stood. "Such a bad little girl, wanting me to fuck you in the ass."

  I could hear his zipper being pulled down, and I watched as he pulled his huge erection from his boxers. He slathered his wet fingers around the tip of his cock, wetting it with her slick juices. Conrad grasped her ass-cheek with one hand while guiding the head of his erection against her rimmed hole.

  She yelped as he penetrated her dark place. Her fingers curled, knuckles were white as she held onto the back of the sofa. I tensed, feeling my toes curl as I imagined the pain she must be feeling. But then she groaned, a deep guttural sound as if she enjoyed it. Surprised, I watched with awe as she pushed back against him. As if she wanted him deeper inside of her in that way.

  Conrad thrust into, forcing his veiny cock into her tight little ass. "You like that baby? You like me fucking your virgin ass?" He slapped her bottom with a loud pop. "Tell me you like it. Say it."

  "I like it!"

  "You like what?" he grunted.

  "I like you fucking me in my virgin ass!" Her voice was higher pitched and gaspy.

  "You're such a dirty little slut. A dirty little lying slut, dressing up in good girl's clothing. Did you really think anyone was going to think you were a nun?"

  She moaned as she bounced against him. "I'm sorry! I promise I'll be good!"

  His pants slid down his thighs, wrapping around his knees as he impaled her from behind. His panting grew louder. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down the side of his neck. I watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as his cock thrust in and out of her tiny little ass. "Good girls don't lie. Good girls don't beg to get their assholes fucked by big cocks. You're just a filthy little whore."

  "Ohhh Mister Conrad," she moaned, obviously enjoying his vulgarity. "I'm not a whore, I promise!" Her tits bounced with each thrust.

  "You've probably let every man in this compound fuck your little pussy, haven't you? I bet you go around to all of the men and beg them to stick their dicks into your hot little cunt."

  "No!"

  "Uh huh, I don't believe lying little girls. Should I go ask Teegs if he's been fucking you? I bet you go to him every night begging for that big, black dick. I bet you get on your knees for him. You suck him off, then get fucked in your little pussy? Does he get you soaking wet? Do you let him cum in your little pussy?"

  "No! I've not been with Teegs!"

  "And why should I believe you, you little slut?" He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark against her pale white skin. "I bet you want both of our dicks at the same time." She moaned in response, and he spanked her again. "You like that baby? You want another cock in your pussy while I'm fucking you in the ass?"

  "Oh fuck!" the girl cried as her body started to tremble. "I'm going to cum! Oh god!"

  Conrad swiftly pulled his cock from her ass and rubbed it between her pink folds as he came, grunting and moaning loudly. White fluid spurted from the tip and coated her pussy and inner thighs. It dripped down her legs in long, creamy strings and splattered against the sofa.

  "Lexa!" Ian's voice rang out in the corridor.

  I gasped, utterly surprised. Fear pulsed through me as I heard Ian's voice again, his tone frantic with worry.

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nbsp; Conrad must have heard me, and turned towards the desk as he pulled and zipped his pants up. "My, my, what do we have here?" He stepped around the desk and yanked me by the arm, jerking me to my feet. "A little spy?"

  "N-no," I stuttered. "I just..." My face went pale.

  "Lexa goddammit!" Ian sounded closer.

  "Just let me go," I whispered, pleading. "I won't tell."

  "Lock the door, Jill," he commanded. She obediently scrambled over to the office door and locked it.

  "You won't tell what? That you saw me having sex?" His fingers tightened on my arm. "What are you up to, hiding under my desk like that?"

  I gave a worried glance to the other girl, my gaze pleading for help. She ignored me and turned her head. I could tell she was afraid.

  "Nothing! I was lost," I lied quickly. "And I didn't want to get in trouble and so I tried to hide when I heard you two."

  "Lost? Where were you going?" he asked skeptically.

  "I was looking for the bathroom!"

  He scoffed, "Liar." His fingers tightened around my arm.

  I writhed, trying to pull myself out of his grasp. "Please, just let me go. Please."

  "Who is outside?" he asked as he heard Ian's footsteps echoing down the corridor.

  "My husband."

  "The guards will deal with him," Conrad said confidently. "Guess that leaves me to deal with you." His eyes narrowed with a malicious glint.

  "Please. Just let me leave..." I begged.

  "You're not going anywhere." He shoved me face-down against his desk unexpectedly. I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. "Do you know what we do to liars? Jill. Please tell the intruder what we do to bad little girls who lie."

  The girl gasped, "Mister Conrad! Don't hurt her..."

  He gripped the back of my neck and squeezed my skin, his fingers harsh and bruising. I screamed and struggled, desperately trying to break free of his hold. Ice-cold panic ran through me, freezing my blood as he shoved his other hand around me and unzipped my pants.

  It happened so quickly. He yanked my pants down and leaned over me. His breath was hot against my ear. I could feel his erection pressing against my panties. His hand cupped over my mouth. "Scream again and I'll kill you."