Fight (NOLA Zombie Book 2)

by Zane, Gillian

  With careful movements, I walked over to him and pushed him down on the bed, straddling him in a slow, sensual move. I wanted to impale myself on his cock right there, but I knew we needed more foreplay. I wanted to make this last. I wanted to make it up to him, make it worth the wait.

  I started with his nipples, licking them and biting down gently on each one. He gasped at the pleasure and pain and slipped his hand in my hair. I kissed my way down his abs, those well-defined abs that I had been dying to lick. I did as I had fantasized hundreds of times and licked my way down his stomach. I moved farther down until I felt his dick bump my chin.

  I didn’t go straight for it though,. I bypassed his dick and went to his balls, cupping them in my hand and licking them, squeezing them gently. I licked the base of his cock and then ran my tongue up the underside of his long shaft until my mouth swallowed his head. He cried out loudly and I smiled around his dick, pleased with his reaction.

  He was too large to swallow fully, so I wrapped most of my hand around his shaft and pumped him up and down as I licked and sucked on the head of his cock with the salty taste of his pre-come making me ready for more.

  “I want to play with you too, Alexis,” he moaned and reached for me. I obliged him and swung my body around, never stopping the sucking until I was straddling his chest and my sex was right in front of him.

  “I knew you would be amazing,” he whispered and I felt his fingers probing around my core, teasing at my lips and the entrance, never penetrating. He slid his hands over my ass and down to my thighs and then pulled me closer to him so he could reach me with his mouth. When his tongue touched my clit, I shivered, the pleasure washing over me. I began sucking on his dick more intensely, pulling him deeper into my mouth, pumping him hard with my hand.

  Zach’s licking increased and he added his fingers to the mix, slipping two inside me, fucking me with his fingers as he licked around them.

  My ministrations to his dick had become hurried and erratic as I got lost in what he was doing to me with his tongue. I wanted us both to get off and I was so close. I tried holding out, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t hold back the flood. With a few more deep penetrating thrusts of his tongue, I came. He yanked me back onto him so I was practically sitting on his face, shivering as the orgasm tore through my body. The orgasm was so intense I literally saw stars, small bursts of lights popping in my vision. Even though I had come, he continued the assault with his tongue the entire time, and I felt another one build up behind it. The feeling was so intense that I felt like I was splitting in two.

  Before I could come for a second time, he stopped and he was pushing me off of him and onto my back, spreading my legs to accommodate his big body. With a tentative thrust, he pushed slowly inside me until he seated his entire length, gloriously filling me up. It was so intense I came the moment he entered me and I knew by that big smile on his face that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  As he began to slowly fuck me, he yanked one of my legs up until it was over his shoulder. With the other leg straight, he hit my clit with nearly every stroke. It felt amazing. I told him so or at least I tried to tell him. What was coming out of my mouth wasn’t very intelligible.

  With each stroke, I pushed down onto him, increasing the depth he pushed into me. I couldn’t understand where he got all the control from. I had already come twice and he hadn’t once. The man had stamina!

  “Are you going to come for me, Zach? I want you to come,” I urged.

  “I don’t want this to end, angel.”

  “We can always go again, I’m not tired.”

  “You’re so bad,” he said but his pace picked up and soon our bodies were slapping together in a sensual rhythm. A few more strokes and he shouted with his release as his body emptied into mine. I could feel the hot liquid pouring out of him and into me.

  He pulled my leg off of his shoulder and kissed me gently. “I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”

  “Me too, Zach.”

  “You just like playing hard to get.”

  “I thought the chase was half the fun?”

  “Maybe. I’m just glad I finally caught you. I’m not letting you go either. So, please don’t run anymore.”

  “I won’t.”

  ELEVEN

  Slim-Pickens Kind of World

  When I woke up the next morning, there were no more bags under my eyes. I was well-rested and well-fucked. Zach had proven that he had plenty of stamina and hardly any downtime was needed before we were at each other again and again. He was a machine and I was kicking myself that I hadn’t given in to him a long time ago. I was so stubborn.

  The machine was already up and running, making fresh coffee and laying out protein bars on paper plates like the thoughtful man he was. I padded into the kitchen still naked and delighted in the fact that he stopped what he was doing to look me over appreciatively and then rearranged his very hard dick through his boxer briefs.

  I swiped a piece of a protein bar off the plate and popped it into my mouth.

  “Mmmm, chocolate, peanut butter yumminess, thanks for making breakfast.”

  “I think I want to make more than just breakfast now,” he said creeping in closer to me.

  “What did you have in mind?” I asked coyly.

  “Turn around, bend over and let me show you.” I did exactly as he asked and my knees buckled as he trailed his fingers through my wet sex. It was dripping and ready for him. “You’re so wet for me, angel, you want my dick?”

  “Yes, I want you inside me.” I felt the head of his cock enter me slowly and then pull back, another slow push and just the tip went into me again. I wanted to push back onto him, but his hands held my hips in place. It was maddening.

  “All of you, inside me, please, Zach.”

  “You don’t like this?” he teased.

  “Please, Zach, fuck me.” He slid a little further, but not all the way in and then held it. His hand came around, plucked at my clit, circling it with his fingers, until I was shuddering and begging for him to move, thrust, something.

  I was such a wreck about the position we were in that I felt sweat break out all over my body. I needed him so bad, but he just held that damn position, playing with my clit, but not hard enough for me to find any release. I don’t know how he controlled himself when I was about to claw my eyes out in frustration at that crazy point of almost ultimate satisfaction… right on the brink, about to fall over.

  Right when I would have started screaming at him to just get on with it, his hands trailed up my body and he cupped both my breasts, getting a good grip on me, and then he slammed into me, hard, fast, all of him. Inside me. Pulling out again. Thrusting in deep. It was pure sensation. Pure pleasure. His hands pinched at my breasts and then moved to my hips as his pace picked up and he slammed into me harder. Our moans came out as grunts as he took exactly what he wanted. This was the roughest he had gotten with me and I wanted more. So much more.

  “Harder!” I screamed and he obliged, his body pounding into me from behind as I braced myself on the table in front of me. Over and over again he thrust into me. He bit my shoulder and the pleasure washed over the pain as my consciousness narrowed down to only the sensation I felt emanating from between my legs. When he tensed to come, my body tumbled over the abyss and I shook out my release all over him as he emptied inside me.

  After he pulled out of me, he spun me around and kissed me. His kiss was a soft caress compared to the sexual union we had just completed.

  “That was amazing.”

  “Mmmhmmm,” was all I could get out around his kisses. I tried to kiss him back, but he was on a mission and moved away from my mouth to suck on my nipples before I could reciprocate.

  I felt his dick stir against my leg again and sighed in pleasure. The man was definitely a machine. He gripped me by the hips and lifted me onto the table, spreading my legs and yanking me forward until my pussy aligned with his hard cock. Then he was pushing inside me again and we
began to thrust against each other again.

  Time became unimportant and so did the world around us. There were no zombies, no S-Island, and no Blake. It was just me and Zach and the feeling that he stirred inside me, the way he fucked me and the obvious pleasure he took in my body.

  We were distracted slightly by a pounding on the door, but my moans never decreased and Zachary never slowed down his continual onslaught on my body. I might be mistaken, but I thought I heard someone say, “about time,” from the back porch. I didn’t care though. I didn’t care about the glass wall of windows behind us, or the fact that I was supposed to help Bubba in the kitchen. All I cared about was Zach and the feelings our union created.

  It was nighttime by the time we put clothes on and actually ventured out of the house to get dinner. I felt a little guilty about missing KP duty, but I was more worried about how obvious it would be that Zach and I were now together. I tried not to blush when heads turned in our direction. Then those people broke out into knowing grins and I saw Grace giggle and poke Barbara. People had nothing better to do.

  Zach took my hand and pulled me close to him, leaning down and leaving a kiss on my nose.

  Most of my fellow survivors had met me when I was with Blake. They had all been shocked and saddened when he left. I hoped they didn’t judge me for falling into Zach’s bed so quickly. It was almost inevitable. From their smiles though, I knew no one was judging me negatively. We all took pleasure any way we could in this crazy world. I would hope that they didn’t fault me for being with Zach, and I couldn’t fault myself. Zach was a good man and he obviously had feelings for me. Hell, I had to admit I had very strong feelings for him. He cared for me, protected me, and respected me. He had placed me by his side since we first started to rebuild our crazy little compound. For a slim-pickens-type of world, Zach was by far a great catch, he would have been a catch Pre-Z. I don’t know why I fought it for so long.

  TWELVE

  Back to Reality

  While it was great fun to spend the day in bed with Zach, working out all my frustration with one orgasm after another, I had shifts to fill and chores to accomplish. Baby had decided she wanted to outfit one of the empty offices upstairs as a private room for her and Lani. Neither one wanted to take over a house for some reason, so we needed to go on a run for them to stock the room.

  The camps that lined the marshland were our go-to stops when it came to furniture and non-perishable supplies. They were stocked for vacationers, full of extra bedding, towels and canned goods.

  Romeo agreed to be our muscle and he was waiting on a large fishing boat we had recently added to our fleet when we walked up to the dock. It had plenty of deck space for supplies, but was small enough to fit in a residential dock. Our goal was a group of camps that lined Alligator Bend that was only accessible by boat. Because of their inaccessibility, there would hopefully be no one there, living or dead. It was a good first run for Lani. I was still trying to figure out the perfect place for her. She wasn’t skilled with a weapon or very good at domestic things. She was just figuring out what she wanted to do with life when Z hit. I couldn’t expect her to fall right in like the others, all seasoned adults with contributing skills. She was getting ready for college. She knew how to study useless things, like History and English.

  I had broached the subject of maybe teaching the younger kids, but the look of horror on her face kicked that one out of the park, no kids, no cooking, not that good with plants. We better get her on weapons training, because there wasn’t much else to do at this compound.

  “Whose idea was it to become roommates?” I asked Baby as we pushed off from the dock, Romeo at the helm.

  “Mine, she didn’t look comfortable in the coed dorm, plus it’ll be good for me to shut a door on the noxious men. I’d been thinking about it for a while. She was just the catalyst.”

  “Why don’t you want to take one of the houses?”

  “I don’t want to get comfortable, all domestic. Next thing you know, the whole place will be fucking Mayberry. At least while I’m in the barracks, I’ll never forget where I am and what is on the other side of those walls.”

  “Living in a house hasn’t made me forget.” I frowned at her bleak outlook on our life here. Would she ever allow herself to relax?

  “Yeah, well, it’s just one more way to stay alert. Plus, Lani mentioned she feels safer in the bigger building and I agree with her. More people around, more likely to have a better heads-up if shit hits.” She looked out across the water and I could see the strain that this life put on her. Baby hid things well under jokes and threats, but I knew she was highly sensitive to what was going on in the world. She wouldn’t talk about any family or friends that might still be out there and no one really knew her well pre-Z. All they knew was that she was a hard worker, a perfect soldier, and a great employee.

  “One day maybe you’ll be able to let your guard down,” I hedged.

  “That will be the day after I’m pushing up daisies. Unfortunately, with the cards I’ve been dealt, the day I was born, it never included a laid back, normal life.”

  “I never took much stock in gambling. I’d rather deal my own hand, make my own bets. You got a lot of life ahead of you, Hannah, no reason to be all dramatic about your past. The cool thing about an apocalypse, you can start from scratch. Didn’t you just give me shit a few days ago about being all angsty?” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood and escape this bad metaphor.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’m an idiot, I have a bit of downtime on a stinky boat and I get all Old Man and the Sea.” She stood up and left me alone, sitting on the little bench that ran along the stern of the boat. It was a beautiful day for boating. And if it was any other place in time, I might have enjoyed our little cruise, but it wasn’t, and my eyes constantly roved the shore looking for any hints of danger. Hyperaware, ever vigilant and on the alert. The deck was stacked against us in this new world, but we didn’t have to expect a bad hand before we even looked at the cards.

  I tore my eyes away from the shore and watched my fellow survivors. Baby had pulled out one of her knives and was sharpening it, working at her blade like it was one of her demons. Romeo was at the wheel, his back tight, his head moving back and forth as he scanned the area looking for our target. I was surprised to find that Lani had taken up position next to him and her eyes kept drifting to him. I had tried to shield her from the men of the compound who could be a little rough around the edges. I didn’t think she would be able to handle them with everything she had been through. But there she was, staring at Romeo with a small smile on her face.

  He was pretty and nice to look at, so I couldn’t fault Lani in her appreciation, but Romeo was probably more broken than any of us. I watched as he looked over at Lani and saw that she was watching him. He didn’t even try to smile back or be nice. He just scowled and went back to his steering. Rough around the edges was putting it mildly.

  Hurt crossed Lani’s face and I hoped that was the end of her fascination with Romeo. That path wasn’t one I would recommend for anyone, especially a little broken bird like Lani.

  “That one looks good!” Baby shouted and pointed toward a large camp that jutted out into the marsh. There was a long pier that stuck out from the camp and a dock that held two recreational boats. The two boats didn’t bode well.

  “They might be occupied. You don’t leave your boat at the camp. There is no other way out.” I stood and walked up next to Romeo.

  “We should probably check it out, if there are people living there it might be nice to get a bearing on their status,” Romeo said.

  “Status?” Lani asked.

  “Friend or foe,” he said flatly.

  “What if they’re a foe?” she asked quietly.

  “Hopefully, we have more weapons than them,” Baby joked and I saw Lani turn white.

  “Do you have a horn on this thing? Signal that we are pulling up and see if anyone comes out.” Romeo did as I bid and a loud booming horn
resonated from our vessel. No one came out of the camp as we docked.

  “We’ll be completely exposed on that pier if they are inside and aren’t friendly.” Baby looked unsure now.

  “We either give this one a try or we move on to the next one,” I suggested.

  “I’m up for this one,” Romeo stated. “If we leave this one and don’t know about its status, it’ll eat at me. I don’t like leaving an unknown at my back.”

  “Fine, we go in fast, cross the pier, stay low. Lani, stay on the boat until we signal an all clear.” I said.

  “I think I should go first,” Baby suggested. “I’m the fastest and a smaller target. If nothing happens, you guys can follow.”

  “That works, stay small. Don’t die.” I squeezed her shoulder and she gave me a goofy grin that told me she loved this shit.

  We all disembarked and I watched as Baby crossed the pier, fast and low. She made it to the front door in only a few seconds and nothing attacked her or fired upon her. She motioned with her hand for us to follow and we copied her moves, heading down the pier at a fast clip.

  I didn’t think there was anyone with the wits to answer the door, but I knocked on the front door anyway.

  “Hello, anyone home?” I called. There was no answer. I jiggled the handle. It was unlocked. Why not? You couldn’t just walk up to this camp, there was no reason for a lock.

  As usual the smell was the first thing that alerted me to something dead in the house. But it wasn’t the smell of zombie rot. This was different. This was real death.

  The camp was dark and musty, but it looked like it would be a nice place to hangout if someone would just open a window and let the nasty out. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I wanted to run and get back on the boat, but I made myself stand firm.

  Two of them greeted us, as if they had planned for someone to visit. They both sat on the sofa, their faces semi-intact, distorted from a single gun shot to their heads. They were badly decomposed. Humid air does wonders for breaking down a body, but I could tell it was a woman and a man by the way they were dressed. He still clutched the pistol in his hand. His other hand gripped the woman’s hand beside him. I wonder if he did it for her, or if she went first and then he went. There was no gun by her, so they obviously didn’t go at the same time.