by N. M. Black
Fuck, I love that shade of pink.
I don’t take my eyes off of her as she lays on my bed, creating a mental picture. Black thin tights hugged her toned legs as leather holsters lined both sides of her narrow hips and upper thighs, cradling a blade in each. Leather arm guards and shoulder pieces cover the exposed porcelain skin of her arms while a white tank top hangs loose across her chest.
I watch her breath hitch and she begins to squirm under my scrutiny. Her inexperience belies her earlier confidence and I can’t help but smile as her bravado slips. I feel like a teenager ready to lose my virginity again with the way my body trembles in anticipation.
“Aren’t you cold?” I ask as I run my hands up and down her legs, starting at the bottom and slowing inching my way up to the apex of her thighs. My dick jerks in my pants, knowing that I’m touching Lucie and I have to adjust myself to keep from becoming indecent in her presence.
“I, I-I don’t feel the cold anymore.” Her voice a mere whisper as she pants her response through stuttered breaths while watching my movements with a trained eye.
I don’t stop my ministrations, pushing further and further up her thighs, until I finally reach the clasp to release her leather straps. My eyes never leave hers as I remove the blades and then release the holsters, first the left and then the right, dropping both to the floor. I reach down, running my finger along the seam where her tights meet her waist, easing it between the fabric and her skin. I groan at how soft she feels beneath my touch, making my cock throb between my legs.
I wrap my fingers around the fabric of her tights and pull gently. She lifts her hips to aid me in my quest, a flush spreading across her face and dipping lower to the top of her chest. Once her tights are gone, I break my stare with her and stand, glancing down, wanting to take her all in. I growl under my breath when I realize she wasn’t wearing anything under her tights and a shudder rolls over me.
“Fuck,” I groan, stroking myself through my jeans at the thought that she’s been running around commando and wondering how many other times she’s done it.
She’s killing me. Literally fucking killing me.
I quickly pull my shirt over my head, tossing it off to the side along with my shoes, before making my way closer to her. Lucie crosses her arms, about to pull the hem of her shirt up, when I grab her wrists to halt her movements.
“Let me do it, little one.” I lean in and purr my words in her ear as I inhale her lavender scent. I see the shiver, as it racks her body at my words, having the desired effect.
So responsive.
I grab the bottom of her tank top and slip it up and over her head slowly, tossing it to the floor where it joins the rest of our discarded items. I run my fingers down her arms and memorize the feel of her skin and the reactions she has when I touch her.
“Chris I-” I put my finger over her plump lips, silencing her words. I don’t want to give her the opportunity to say no. Don’t get me wrong, I would never force myself on her, but I don’t want her to talk herself out of it, either. I’ve waited too long for this moment to let either one of us, or anyone else ruin it.
I close the rest of the distance and replace my finger with my lips and press them against hers as I push her back down onto the mattress. She rises onto her elbows to watch as I step back and remove the rest of my clothes, all except my boxers.
I watch as Lucie drops her gaze from mine, unabashedly checking me out from head to toe, her eyes going wide at the obscene tent in my shorts as a salacious smile graces her face and I reciprocate the action, taking in my fill of what’s about to be mine.
She's so soft and petite, having barely grown into her adult body. Her stomach flat as her hips flare slightly, giving me just enough to grab a hold of. Her breasts are perfectly round, the small dusty pink peaks becoming more pronounced under my stare. I reach out and run my thumb along the underside of her globes, up along the side and finally over the tip. Her breath hitches and I smile, savoring the sweet sound.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I’m already right on the edge of control and everything about her is pushing me to my absolute limit, but the second the sound of my name falls from her pillow-like lips, that short leash snaps.
Swallowing the last bit of distance between us, I begin crawling up her body, pressing soft kisses to her skin as I go. I nip the tender flesh of the inside of her thigh before gently pushing her legs apart to fit myself between them.
“Chris.” She moans my name. Closing her eyes, she reaches down and laces her fingers in my hair, giving a gentle tug and I growl at the sting. I don’t hesitate another second, leaning forward and dragging my tongue up her wet folds, humming in approval.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” I praise, worshipping her flavour on my tongue. She’s everything I have ever imagined and dreamed of, only better. So much fucking better.
Lucie’s back arches and I reach up with one hand, placing my palm on her stomach, pressing her gently back down onto the mattress. I leave my hand there and bring the other up to circle her opening before pressing a finger inside.
Lucie moans, and I increase my efforts trying to push her over the edge before I snap. Lucie’s hips begin to rock against my face, her breathing becoming ragged between moans of pleasure as she removes one hand from my hair to tease her own nipple.
“Chris, fuck.” She throws her head back in ecstasy as I add a second finger, never pulling my mouth away from her clit as I suck harder watching her squirm beneath me. Removing my hand from her stomach, I reach down to free my cock and give it a quick stroke, trying to ease the ache that’s building inside from the sound of her moaning my name.
Lucie was moaning my fucking name.
“Chris... I think I’m going to ...oh god..” Lucie’s words barely making sense as her climax hits. I curl my fingers upwards, and soon after she’s falling over the edge and crying out. Her scream echoes off my bedroom walls and through the house, positive that if anyone were walking by they too could hear her.
That’s right, let them hear you, little one.
I slow down my assault as she comes crashing back down to earth, her heavy breathing the only sound in the room. I crawl up her body, pressing my forehead to hers, taking a moment to stare into her eyes and accept the calm she brings me at having her in my arms. I inhale her scent and my hips thrust forward of their own accord, as it sparks a fire inside me.
I don’t care about the consequences or what others will think anymore, she’s mine. Always has been, always will be.
Chris crawls up my body at an achingly slow pace, tasting me as he climbs, making me very aware of the fact I’m naked in front of him. I thought I would be nervous or shy, but the reverent way he’s looking at me sets all my worries at ease.
And when he presses his forehead to mine, I close my eyes and cherish this moment, never having expected it to happen. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought of it multiple times, in multiple positions but never like this.
“Look at me, little one.” He puts his finger under my chin, bringing my eyes back up to meet his, “This does not have to go any further if you don’t want it to. You say the word and I’ll stop,” he whispers, but I can tell based on the look in his eyes and the way his dick is practically hulking out, that he doesn’t want to stop. And neither do I.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.”
That seems to be all the confirmation he needs because next thing I know, Chris reaches up grabbing the headboard for leverage, refusing to take his other hand off of me and pulls his body upwards, thrusting deep, in one fluid motion. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the sensation and how full having him inside me feels.
“Look at me, Lucie. I need to see you.” His voice strained. I do as he asks and gasp at the intensity shining back from his own eyes.
Each thrust shoves me further up the mattress until my head is braced against it, aiding in his assault. I put my hand up to push down further into him, needing to be closer still and feel him bottom ou
t.
“God, I can’t believe this is happening... So long…. So fucking long.” His words taper off into grunts of satisfaction as his hips piston at a steady rhythm that brings me back to the brink of another orgasm.
“Fuck, Luce, I’m not gonna last.”
Something about his words spurs me on, knowing that I’m the one turning him on and making him go crazy and the crack sounds through the air, as our mouths collide. My ability to be gentle is gone and I meet him thrust for thrust, chasing my pleasure.
A delicious friction in my core builds and I feel the first signs of bloodlust awaken. I try to reign it in but I’m too far gone at this point and have no chance in hell of holding back. My fingers, practically claws, tear down his back as I anchor myself to him and begin riding him from below.
“Shit,” he hisses through his teeth drawing my attention to his mouth. His bottom lip plump and begging me to bite it. So I do. I lean up and take his lip between my teeth, sucking on it. I can feel his heartbeat through the veins in his lower lip and I growl, an animalistic sound.
“Your eyes.” His words in awe shake me from the haze, but only slightly.
“Are you hungry, little one?” his voice a sensual sound that sends shocks of pleasure directly to my clit at its timbre.
“Mhmm,” is all I can manage because the bloodlust is back and I’m a victim to its rule. I have no willpower as my body craves every single thing Chris is willing to give me. I want him inside me at the same time I take him inside me. I want to feel him lose control under me. Because of me. I want it all. Need it all.
He pulls away for only a second and reaches for something in the nightstand. A condom maybe? Instead he returns with a small pocket knife. He leans over me and makes a small incision on his shoulder, where it meets his throat.
My eyes zero in on the drops of blood bubbling to the surface with every pump of his heart, forcing out a drop each time. My mouth begins to salivate and my body becomes like a livewire, sparks of fire lighting me up from the inside out.
I lock eyes with Chris, and can see the yellow glow radiating on his face letting me know I’m in full virus mode. His nod of encouragement is my last straw of hope to restrain myself and I break.
Leaning up, I begin to slowly lick the crimson trail from his upper pec, to his collarbone, up to his shoulder and finally to the wound itself. I moan at his masculine flavour as its spice absorbs into my body and a cool balm replaces the fire currently burning out of control.
Without warning, my climax slams into me. My body shaking violently as the power of his blood, combined with the fierce orgasm sends me spiraling, desperately trying to find my footing but I’m too overwhelmed and I scream.
Not your sex kitten, pornstar or normal orgasm scream, I mean full on bloody murder scream. I lock up as Chris continues his brutal pace, chasing his own release and I almost black out.
Three more pumps and he throws his head back, letting loose a roar so loud I almost have to cover my ears from the sheer volume. He comes crashing down next to me as we both lay in silence trying to catch our breath, sweat dripping from both our bodies.
“Don’t feed from anyone else, Luce.” His words from out of nowhere, shock me.
“What?” I ask, not absolutely sure I heard him right.
“Don’t feed from anyone else. This is a hard pass for me and something I think we should keep just between us. For now at least.”
“Ok,” is all I can manage before my eyes close without my permission and I’m lured into slumber, completely sated and spent.
Sitting here in the council meeting is practically torture. All I can think about is going back to my place and spending the day in bed getting to know Lucie more intimately. I curse myself trying to think of anything but how fucking amazing she felt wrapped around me, to keep from getting hard, but it’s no use.
She stayed with me last night, the first of many to come, and I don’t think I slept a minute, fear of waking up and it all being a dream.
Nothing felt more right than having her in my bed. Her blond hair fanned across my pillow, wearing my shirt, covered in my blankets and wrapped in my arms. It should have always been like this. I know I’m nine years her senior and people frown upon that, but fuck, we are living in the god damned zombie apocalypse, there are more important things to worry about, like staying alive. I feel robbed of so much time we could have had together, angry at the faces staring at me right now, judging me for wanting her. But now that I have her, I won’t be letting go. I don’t care what anyone says, including Bea.
“I don’t want to say this, but I think we should let Lucie go back on the road.” Lochlan’s words snap me from my fantasy at the sound of Lucie’s name. I frown at the jealousy I feel just hearing her name on another man’s tongue, even if it is Lochlan and he has his own woman.
“She doesn’t have her heightened emotions under control yet and it takes a toll on her body every time she loses it. It could put the group at risk,” Adira adds her thoughts to the matter.
“Thank god Chris’s team was able to get me more blood bags on that last trip because I was getting pretty low. It’s like her body feeds off the fresh blood cells and the virus burns them off so quickly and the nutrients are gone,” Dr. Tanner offers her clinical opinion, although based on her far off gaze, I feel like she may have been talking more to herself rather than everyone else.
I was waiting for this moment, when the situation became so desperate for supplies that they would consider sending Lucie back out. I know that she would go in a heartbeat, especially if she knows it will help Bea, but I can’t let her go out there when she becomes weak so easily making her vulnerable.
Having witnessed firsthand how bad it really is out there, especially in medical facilities, I can’t in good conscience let her go out there in her current condition.
“I don’t see a better option at this point. I mean we saw what she is capable of. I have faith that if she says she can do it that she can,” Lochlan says, already having his mind made up ignoring everyone's concerns.
“Wait, did you already ask her?” I ask incredulous at the thought he would do that without speaking to everyone first, assuming he was right to make that call on our behalves.
“No, but Chris, if she doesn’t go we are not going to make it more than three months. Especially the sick ones. Without the proper equipment we are going to start losing lives. We need this far more than you can imagine,” he pleads with everyone around the table, seeming to fight an uphill battle.
“What about having everyone get their own supplies?” I grasp at straws knowing this will never truly work, not with how large our community has become, but I try anyways.
“We can’t have everyone going out to hunt for stuff, that would draw too much unwanted attention. It’s just too dangerous. Especially with what Dr. Tanner is working on.” Lochlan says exactly what I expected, but disappointment washes over me anyway, knowing I’m going to have to tell them about Lucie’s condition and what I’ve discovered if I can’t discourage their decision to send her out.
If betraying Lucie’s trust is the only way to keep her safe, I’m willing to work everyday to earn it back to ensure that happens. I don’t want to tell Lochlan what it is that makes Lucie different from Adira, but I will if I have no other choice. So fingers crossed I can play on the one thing I know will get Lochlan’s attention, and that’s making Lucie seem like a risk to everyone.
“Listen, Lochlan, you know of all people, I’m team Lucie. But right now, she’s unpredictable, and you and I both know that that means dangerous. We don’t know what could happen or what she really is capable of. We got a taste the other day in the field, but what if she turns that fight on our guys? She’s a risk.” I loathe myself as the words escape my lips, fighting the vomit that follows them. I can’t believe I’m doing this to her, but if I can keep her safe, I will do whatever it takes.
Whatever it fucking takes.
“Do you really think Lucie
’s capable of something like that?” Lochlan asks, surprise in his voice at my declaration. Now I just need to drive my point home and make them see how wrong she is for this task.
“Ya, I do. I wouldn’t want to be stuck out there with her in a confined truck when shit hits the fan,” I lie through my fucking teeth, praying no one picks up the slight tremble in my voice.
“Chris, I don’t think it’s quite that ba—” Adira’s words are drowned out by the sound of the front door slamming shut, causing all of us to whip our heads in that direction. I can see through the window as Lucie stomps across the compound towards the clinic.
Fuck!
I wake surrounded by Chris’s scent, engulfed in his large bed, and I can’t stop the smile that stretches across my face at the thought of what happened between us last night. I stretch out and feel the soreness of my body, the evidence of our activities, and with Chris of all people.
I blink my eyes open and roll over wanting to be closer to him, to feel his skin against mine, to confirm it wasn’t some dream, but when I reach out the only thing I feel are cold sheets. Maybe he’s in the kitchen or in the shower getting ready for duty today. I know he has a shift on the fence today, he told me last night as we lay in an exhausted heap of limbs.
I check the bathroom first, but nothing. I check the kitchen next, but the only thing I find is a mess of broken plates and dishes strewn across his linoleum floor. I quickly sweep it up before checking out back where he keeps his generator and things, but come up empty. He isn’t here at all.
What the fuck?
Almost positive he must be at the station already, I quickly run home to shower and make him a coffee. That’s right, I said coffee. No one knows I have a massive stash hidden in my place and I don’t plan to share that information either. Perks of the job.
Or hazard pay, according to Bea.
I know for certain he hasn’t had coffee in a very long time, since it would be me who gets it for him, and the fact we stayed up most of the night fooling around and talking, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna need it today.
