Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  “Yes, Alex.” Cutter’s eyes slid shut, and he arched into a perfect presentation.

  Uli and Storm licked the blood droplets and moved to the side for Alex to partake. Completeness washed over him.

  Cutter gasped and touched his chest. “Oh, do you feel that?”

  Alex sensed the lines of their separate lives being tethered together—bonded, sealed, and locked to one another forever.

  “Yes. Mine.” Uli laughed with glee as he tackled everyone again.

  “Mine,” Storm replied.

  Cut took the weight off his butt to allow Uli to pull off his pants.

  “Mine.” Uli uttered, then engulfed Cutter’s shaft.

  “Mine,” Alex purred when he removed his pants and then helped Storm with his jeans.

  “Damn, come here.” Storm pulled Alex on top of him. He licked at the thin line of blood on Alex’s chest and moaned. “Fuck. You taste good. Mine! Damn it! Jesus fucking Christ, leave it to me!”

  Was something wrong? Alex asked, “What?”

  Storm shook his head. “Great! Now I’m going to be a zombie vampire. I just know it!”

  Cut and Uli snorted but soon went back to their steamy make-out session.

  Alex skimmed his hand over Storm’s body, raising goose bumps.

  “Yeah.” Storm groaned and his mouth fell open when Alex reached his destination. He wrapped a fist around Storm’s arousal and tugged.

  Storm writhed and tried to thrust, but Alex wouldn’t let his mate rush him. He had plans for thoroughly loving Storm. Shadows of doubt still lingered in Storm’s eyes.

  Alex squirmed down Storm’s body and blew a stream of wet air over his shaft. The hissing made him look up.

  The smart-ass tucked his hands behind his head and asked, “What? I fully intend to enjoy the classic reclining blowjob position. Proceed when ready.”

  Alex licked and kissed Storm’s shaft, but as much as he enjoyed his mate’s essence, he wanted to try something new.

  Glancing over at Uli and Cut, they too appeared ready to go into uncharted territory. A bottle of lube was lying on the bed, and Uli was between Cutter’s legs, preparing him for penetration.

  Cut put his head on the crook of Storm’s shoulder. Twisting around, he begged, “Give me a kiss.”

  Storm provided Cut with kisses until Cut groaned.

  “Is it good, Cut?” Storm asked as he peered at Ulrich’s busy activity. “Do you like his fingers inside?”

  Uli must have found Cutter’s prostate, because Cut gasped. His erection leaked where it was lying against his stomach.

  Storm reached for Cut.

  Trying to get the timing perfectly, Alex waited until Storm enclosed his fist around Cutter before teasing his opening.

  “Oh! What the—” Storm cried out.

  Alex turned the gentle tickling into a probing.

  “Fuck! More, Alex,” Storm demanded while he stroked Cutter’s shaft.

  Uli seemed to be trying to match his progress, and Alex followed Uli’s pace.

  Storm muttered, “Your fucking finger feels good. I want more.” Then he licked Cut’s lips again.

  Based on the happy moans escaping Cut, he appeared to be in heaven.

  Alex got onto his knees and Uli followed. Ignoring the needy whimpers as he leaned toward Ulrich and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

  They tangled their tongues until Uli pulled back. “Think we should take pity on our waiting mates.”

  Grinning, Alex aligned his body with Storm’s.

  Storm broke the kiss he shared with Cutter to stare at Alex. Not a submissive bone in his body, he simply made demands. “Yeah, pity us with a good hard sympathy fuck, right the hell now.”

  Happy to provide, Alex added more lubrication and pushed the head of his shaft into Storm’s heated passage. The tight sensation almost carried him away, but he forced himself to pause and focus on Storm.

  He needn’t guess. Storm commanded, “Fuck me. What are you waiting—ahhhh!”

  Alex sank the rest of the way inside.

  “Oh God!” Cutter tightened his fist around Storm and began stroking him off.

  Ever so slowly, Alex dragged himself out of where he wanted to be buried. He tried not to push in too excitedly.

  Storm keened as he stroked Cut faster.

  Alex turned to watch Uli and was drawn in by the erotic sight of Ulrich’s body over Cutter, his cute butt humping in a steady rhythm. His head was thrown back, and his mouth hung open. Uli raced toward ecstasy if his groans were anything to go by.

  Alex slid forward, hovering over Storm. “Uli,” he called until Uli turned toward him with parted lips. They crashed their mouths together as they bucked and pushed until completion became the only option left.

  Cut groaned. “Aren’t our mates pretty kissing each other like that?”

  A strangled “Yeah” came from Storm.

  Alex continued to kiss and bite Ulrich’s mouth as the channel around him rippled.

  Uli threw his head back and cried out. He thrust faster into Cutter, who creamed Storm’s fist.

  “Fuck yeah!” Storm came with a grunt.

  Alex glanced down to savor Storm’s climax painting both of them with his seed.

  Everything became too much. Alex lost control. His shaft pulsed, and he filled Storm with everything he had. So good—

  Storm clapped. “Congrats! You two are no longer virgins. Fist-bump me, Cut. We took their cherries.”

  Cut growled, “Shut the fuck up! You’re wrecking the romance.”

  Alex stole the next thing Storm planned on saying with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Storm and allowed himself to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

  17

  Moooo!

  “Why the fuck are we going to get mani-pedis? I don’t care if summer’s almost here. I’m not waxing my bikini line, so don’t even think about it!” Storm wanted to get things clear as he followed his mates into a quiet, peach-colored spa suite.

  Alex chuckled in that sexy way of his that turned Storm inside out. Not that he’d show it.

  “I’ve never been in this room.” Cutter lowered his voice.

  “Me neither.” Storm took in the room decorated in new-age chic. He was totally serious—he wasn’t waxing.

  “It’s the largest extraction room in Club Zombie.” Ulrich supplied the information.

  The space was twenty-foot by twenty-foot square with four benches surrounding a huge, colorful machine the size of a huge old-fashioned water heater.

  “I don’t get what we’re doing here.” He eyed Alex and Uli with doubt.

  “Extracting,” Uli teased.

  Alex rolled his eyes and did something to the machine. “Uli and I wanted to share this with you. In a few months, we’ll have classes, and might need to use this room to save time.”

  “Drop your pants first and then have a seat, Cut,” Uli requested as he undid his jeans and pushed everything to the floor, leaving him naked from the waist down.

  “Oh, it’s that kind of a party!” Cutter wiggled his jeans off.

  Storm reached for Ulrich’s aroused cock. The head already leaked. “It’s always that kind of party. Mmmm, give me that, Uli.”

  Alex laughed and rested a hand on Storm’s shoulder, holding him in place. “Go over there. We want to try something. Take your jeans off.”

  “Oh, Bossy McBoss! You’re lucky I don’t play hard to get.” Storm didn’t enjoy being told what to do, and he’d usually have ignored instructions, but the sparkle in both Uli’s and Alex’s eyes suggested a treat was in his future, so shutting the hell up was in his best interest.

  “As if you could!” Cut sniped. “Drop your jeans.” He relaxed on the bench, but his cock stood erect and begged for attention.

  Storm yearned to give Cut’s erection some love with his mouth. Perhaps it was normal, but he’d developed an oral fixation around his mates. “Fine! I’ll be patient.”

  And maybe Cutter would take him against the wall later
. He still felt their lusty activity for a full week the last time Cut ravaged his ass to prove a point.

  Storm was pleased to bring out the wild in Cutter, whereas Uli bought out the gentle. And everyone knew Cut became submissively pliant for Alex.

  Pants down, cock up, Storm sat. He pointed to a hissing tube. “What the hell is that?”

  “The extractor,” Alex stated.

  Storm studied the machine and the noisy tubes attached to the device. Wait a sec—oh hell! “Fuck me. That contraption belongs on a damned dairy farm! I’m not a fucking cow.”

  “No, we already established you’re a vampire zombie.” Alex traced the mark marring the perfect skin on his neck.

  “Hey, it’s not my fault your neck is a biter’s paradise. Take responsibility.” Storm stared at the base of Alex’s neck, and longed to make more marks.

  “Apparently you found a hickey-makers utopia!” Uli touched his fading necklace of bruises, while Cutter pointed to his.

  Snorting, Storm admired the dark hickeys he placed on each of them. “Fine, no blaming the victims! I like keeping my territory marked. If one of you gets lost, I want them to know who to return you to….”

  Uli attached one of the tubes to Cutter’s dick.

  Cut slammed his head against the wall, and he gasped, “Oh God! Uli!”

  Ulrich sat, leaned back, and placed one on his own cock with a moan.

  “Fucking A! That’s sucking you two off, isn’t it?” Storm stared at them. His dick thought this was a wonderful idea.

  Cut nodded and groaned.

  “Well fuck! I’ll be a cow for this,” Storm admitted to no one in particular.

  “Uh-huh.” Cut reached out to hold Uli’s outstretched hand. Damn, they were sweet together.

  “Shall I?” Alex asked as if it was even a question. Not that Alex coddled him, but with Storm, Alex never pulled the dominant bullshit Cutter seemed to eat up.

  “You shall,” Storm said magnanimously and then gave a loud, “Moo!”

  With a small smile, Alex held the device near Storm’s erection without covering his cock with it. Strong suction teased his dick, and Storm’s toes curled in anticipation. He thrust to get closer.

  Alex didn’t tease him further and allowed the silver tube to suction him in.

  “Fuck! The damn thing’s alive.” The tube slurped up and down on his dick.

  “Mmmm,” Alex moaned as his dick disappeared into the machine.

  The sucking was relentless. Storm would still prefer one of his mates’ mouths to the piece of equipment, but this had its own kinky appeal. Watching his mates enjoy the milker had many future possibilities.

  “I’m going to come, Alex,” Cutter yelped.

  Alex’s tone brokered no room for negotiation. “No, Cut.”

  “Oh God! Alex, please! It’s too good,” Cut begged.

  Storm may not have enjoyed being on the receiving or giving end of BDSM, but watching orgasm control flipped his switches. He didn’t miss when Cutter desired to be controlled, because he announced his impending orgasm, and Alex was always there to master him.

  Alex’s voice dropped to a command. “Wait. Let it build.”

  Yeah, make him wait. He’ll come harder.

  Cutter shivered but managed to get words past the strangling sound he was making. “But I’m so close.”

  Uli kissed Cutter’s hand. “You can do it, Cut.”

  Storm grabbed on to Cut’s thigh to give him support as well, but he didn’t know if he was going to be able to hold off his own orgasm. The sensations built quick, and the kink factor coiled him tighter.

  “Sorry, Cut. I can’t wait.” Uli grunted, thrust, and groaned. The wet slurping sounds confirmed he fed the machine.

  Alex leaned into Storm, drawing his mouth into a kiss. He pressed his tongue in.

  Damn! It reminded Storm of the first time Alex had been inside of him. It had been almost six months, and this whole zombie deal just got better and better.

  Alex asked, “You close, Storm?”

  “Yup, right on the goddamn edge.” He squeezed Cutter’s thigh as if to give them both more willpower to hold out.

  “Storm, do you want to see Cut come? Should I let him come now?”

  Was that really a question? Storm panted, but got out, “Fuck, yeah!”

  “Come, Cutter.” Alex’s order was followed by Cut’s cry of climax.

  The sexy sound made Storm come hard. He fed the milker everything he had in him and wished he had more to give.

  Soon Alex joined them in completion.

  After everyone finished, Alex turned off the device and stumbled across the room. He came back with a small crystal bowl and spoon.

  “Is that…?” Storm asked as Alex mixed the creamy substance.

  “It’s all of us.”

  “Mm, me first,” Uli begged until Alex fed him a spoonful. “Mmmm, yum.”

  Alex shrugged. “The doctor just thought we should try this—”

  “Because it’s hot. Didn’t know the doc was so kinky.” Uli chirped as he licked his lips and turned to kiss Cutter.

  Alex’s eye roll made Storm proud of his influence. “No, because we might have less time on certain days. He did say we’d be fine with ingesting essence from just one of our mates, but to function fully, having all of our essences every day is vital.”

  Uli added, “I still think I prefer it from the tap.”

  “Amen!” Storm high-fived him to convey his agreement on blowjobs verses being spoon-fed essence.

  Cutter jumped onto Uli’s lap and promised, “I’ll let you have my essence straight from my tap.”

  “Want some, Cut?”

  “Please, Alex.” Cutter opened his mouth, and said, “Thank you,” after he swallowed.

  The scent made Storm’s mouth water. Alex handed him the bowl, and he took a spoonful of everything he needed to survive. “Mmmm, fine! That is fucking delicious.”

  Alex licked his spoonful clean. “Who wants to lick the bowl?”

  Everyone shouted, “Me!”

  Epilogue

  Beau and Lafayette arrived at Ulrich, Alex, Storm, and Cutter’s new apartment.

  “Well, I’m just sorry it took us so many months to renovate the apartment.”

  Beau nodded. “The apartments needed more work than we thought, but at least the four of you won’t be crunched.”

  “This is such an amazing gift. We can’t thank you enough.” Cutter had never imagined he’d live in such luxury, and he didn’t know what to say.

  “Give us the tour,” Beau asked as he looked around their living room/dining room area. “Love the all-white open kitchen.”

  Cut was thrilled to give tours and waved them to their room. A huge bed decorated in jewel tones with a gigantic flat screen TV on the opposite wall. “Here’s our bedroom. It’s got a wall of drawers, and two walk-in closets”

  Lafayette touched the bed. “Good. The factory got this right. We ordered this as a double king.”

  “They send enough sheets?” Beau asked as he smoothed down the comforter.

  “Yeah, four sets.” Uli confirmed the special-order sheets were sent.

  They were like a million thread count or something great. Cut didn’t know, they just felt awesome to roll around on.

  He hurried across the room and swept open the master bathroom’s door dramatically. “This is our favorite room in the house.”

  There were two other small powder rooms in their apartment, but this room was huge. The length of one blue-and-gold mosaic wall housed a glass-enclosed shower large enough for four to play among the numerous body jets on the wall. There were two smaller rooms with toilets and dark gold pocket doors. Two golden sinks glittered on the matching aqua-blue and gold-tiled vanity located next to them. The centerpiece of the room was an almost swimming-pool-sized blue Jacuzzi tub.

  “Oh my! This is lovely,” Beau gushed. Turning to Lafayette, he asked, “Ralph and Peter did this for their final project?”

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��Yeah. Impressive, huh?” Lafayette kissed Beau’s nose. “You’ve got a meeting with them tomorrow to draw plans for our apartments.”

  Beau’s squeal hurt Cutter’s ears, but he easily forgave the man.

  Cutter smelled the citrus from the orange stick of homemade sucking candy Ulrich just unwrapped.

  “Sharesies,” Storm called out.

  Uli leaned toward Cutter with a grin, and he opened his mouth. He slid his pursed lips up and down the stick several times, being sure to press his mouth to a giggling Uli’s each time.

  “Mmmm, that’s sexy.” Beau fanned himself, which caused Lafayette to growl.

  Cut moved his mouth back and gripped about two inches of the candy with his teeth. Storm leaned in to lick from Uli’s mouth all the way along the orange treat to Cutter’s lips before sliding toward the middle to crunch off a chunk.

  “Damn, Storm, you’ve got a big mouth,” Uli teased.

  Storm turned to meet Alex’s lips. They touched for a moment, and then he bit the stick in the middle.

  Uli sucked his section with half of it out of his mouth.

  Cutter savored the sweetness the same way Alex did. They would allow the candy to dissolve in their mouths.

  Storm was too impatient to wait for it to dissolve. He chomped the orange candy into shards.

  Lafayette grumbled, “We can get you enough candy for everyone.”

  Uli pulled a fistful out from his back pocket. “You want a stick? We have plenty.”

  Beau reached his delicate fingers out to pluck one. “For later.” He smiled with the glee of someone knowing they’re being naughty. “You boys keep redefining sexy.”

  Feeling impish, Cutter joked, “You should see us in the tub.”

  “Oh, can I? It’ll make an excellent photograph. All these sparkling shiny tiles would catch the light. You guys can take off your shirts and get in so I can have a pic….” Beau widened his eyes, dropped his mouth open, and he was all but drooling while eyeing Lafayette and not looking at them at all.

  “Do you think I’d appreciate that?” Lafayette was all growly and grumpy.

  Cutter understood baiting one’s Master until he was compelled to be all masterly.