I looked over my shoulder. Where was Zach? He stood at the edge of the bed watching us.
“You gonna watch, or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, not waiting for an answer before I took Blake deep into my mouth and he moaned loudly. I saw out my peripheral Zach go to the side table and grab a condom. The sound of him ripping open the little foil pack had me wiggling in anticipation.
I gripped Blake’s dick with my hand, using it to extend my reach since I couldn’t take his length all the way down my throat. He was just too big for me. I stroked him hard, pumping him into my mouth. I felt the bed shift as Zach climbed onto the bed with us. I felt as he placed his hand on my ass, steadying himself. I moaned around Blake’s dick as Zach rubbed just the tip of his along my wet sex.
I was soaked from my orgasm earlier and he slipped through my folds with ease.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He pushed himself into me slowly, just the tip of his dick and I pushed back onto him. I wanted him all inside of me and I wasn’t patient. “You don’t want to go slow tonight, Lex?” Zach asked.
“No, hard, fast,” I said, pulling up from Blake’s dick.
He slammed into me and I pushed back hard on him in return. The pace Zach set as he pushed into me was the same pace I set as I sucked hard on Blake. I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth. It was both velvety soft and hard as steel, pushing into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat.
“You’re gonna make me come,” Blake groaned, his hands now deep in my hair, pushing me down harder onto him. I wanted him to come. I loved when he came in my mouth. I pulled on him harder, pumping him into my mouth as I sucked on his length. He tightened against me, stopping his thrusts as he ejaculated into my mouth and I swallowed down the warm come.
He pulled out of my mouth, his length not quite as hard as it was before, but still showing potential.
“Holy crap,” he muttered as he fell onto his back and looked up at us. Zach had me by the hips as he pushed into me over and over again. He felt so good buried inside of me, filling me perfectly. I felt like such a greedy little girl, wanting both of these wonderful men, keeping them for myself, but I couldn’t see it any other way. They belonged to me and I belonged to them. I felt it with every stroke, with every kiss, with every touch.
“Lex, you feel amazing,” Zach groaned as he pushed into me. He reached underneath me and stroked me with his fingers, finding my clit and circling it, pulling it between his two fingers. The pressure of his fingers and the feel of his dick deep inside me was a heady feeling. I pushed up, so I was on my knees, my body erect. The angle had him leaning back more, pushing up into me as I began to ride him.
“Now that is a sight,” Blake said sitting up. His dick now rigid and at attention again. He crossed the two feet to us and kissed me, steadying himself by grabbing onto my hips. His hard dick pressed against my stomach as Zach pushed into me from behind.
Blake’s hand slipped down to my sex, parting me and plucking at my clit, roughly stimulating it. His fingers mixed with Zach’s dick pushed me over the edge. I was screaming my release by the time the orgasm rolled over me and I felt Zach go rigid, his own orgasm mingling with mine as I rode him hard urging it out of him.
The moment Zach pulled from me, Blake was pulling me on top of him, aligning his rigid cock with my soaked sex and plunging into me. I didn’t know which way was up or down at this point. All I knew was the intense feeling of pleasure. My body was on fire.
It wasn’t long before Zach had recovered and Blake was urging me to lean over and take Zach the same way I had taken him earlier. He tasted of my come and I licked at his head while I rode Blake. Up and down, he pushed into me while I pleasured Zach. Our breath intermingled as the pace we set was frantic and intense. Until we finally tumbled over the edge as together.
We fell back onto the bed with Zach to my front, Blake at my back.
“I love you,” I whispered. “Both of you, I’m yours. Forever.”
Their arms wrapped around me. I didn’t know which arm belonged to who. The lamps had been extinguished, the room was dark and comforting. One of them pulled the thick comforter over us. Our combined body heat and the warmth of the comforter were cathartic and I felt the lure of sleep urging me to give in. But I didn’t want to let go…not yet.
“Our future can be good, as long as we’re all together,” Zach said.
“Together,” Blake agreed. They both pressed their lips to me. Zach’s lips found mine and Blake kissed my neck and cheek. And for once, the future did look like it had a potential for goodness. I had found them, hadn’t I? For once in a really long time, I truly felt like I could live. I now had something that was worth living for.
The End
Thank you for reading!
Gillian Zane
Gillian Zane is the author of the NOLA Zombie series. Zane is the pen name of a prominent blogger in the publishing industry, which will remain a mystery unless you Google it. Since she can remember her goal has been to become Master of the Universe and has decided to focus first on the literary world. Things are progressing nicely.
Zane has been a freelance writer for the last ten years and has published a few non-fiction works, none of which was very exciting. Zombies are much more exciting and a way for her to combine her two current obsessions, hot boys with guns and Doomsday Prepping. When she isn't stockpiling MREs (Meal's Ready to Eat) or researching how to build a cistern on a budget, she's taking care of her little family and exploring the city that she loves, New Orleans.
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The NOLA Zombie story is not over…Alexis, Blake and Zach might have found their warm fuzzies, but now it’s time for a new group of survivors. The NOLA Zombie Survivor series begins…
Justice by Gillian Zane
Survivor Book Four in the NOLA Zombie Series
ONE | Know Stuff About Stuff
Rebel
I only felt alive when I was on patrol. It was horrendous to even think this, but it was my only moments of clarity. My only moments when I felt truly free, alive. When I was back at the home base I felt like I couldn’t breath, always looking over my shoulder in a perpetual game of cat and mouse. Here, the enemy was real, the enemy I could spot.
One came for me, its mouth chomping in a macabre parody of chewing as if he was some toddler mimicking the act. This was no toddler, though, it was an adult male, overweight and dressed in the remnants of a suit. There were a lot of polo wearing and suit encased biters in Lakeview, bunch of rich snobs, caught unaware trying to get their last bit of work done while the world when to Hell around them.
This one had lost his shoe somewhere and one of his arms looked like it was about fall off. Half of its face was chewed on, its cheekbone exposed, viscous strips of flesh hanging from its face. Its eyes were locked on me, it wanted to eat me. It crossed my mind to just let it, maybe trip and all it would take was one bite. My brother, my fellow Southern Clansmen wouldn’t let me turn, he’d put a bullet in my head quicker than you could say, “after-life.” It wouldn’t be much pain and then I would be done with this place. I would be done with this world.
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