Five years without feeling the touch of a woman and there was this dazzling beauty right in front of him—so unbearably close he could taste it.
Fuck it. He was going to do it. Dropping down a few inches lower, he encircled his arms around her dainty waist and went in, his mouth capturing and devouring the ripe bud that had been taunting him. It sprang upward into his mouth and hardened instantly. Skye went stock-still in his arms and not a sound was heard. Without looking up at her expression he teased the nipple until it stood erect between his teeth. His hands ventured lower to the bubbled rounds of her ass as his lips surrounded her areola, pulling and licking.
There was no resistance, and his heart leapt for a moment. Could this actually be working? Then a sharp pain tugged the top of his scalp, and the reddened nipple popped from his mouth.
He finally gazed down at Skye and saw her face was shriveled, her jaw set tight, and she looked extremely pissed.
“What do you think you are doing?” she asked with disdain. “I can’t believe you just sucked my tit.”
He gulped. “Is it not obvious that I favor you, Skye? For months I have been holding back trying to find the right moment to tell you.”
“Were you raised by barbarians or something? I am so sure. Is this how you pick up all the women you meet? Neanderthal Vander here. I like you. I think I will suck your breast a while then club you over the head and drag you back to the cave. I mean—really?”
“Point taken. I am learning, but you are absolutely right,” he conceded. “Will you accept my wholehearted apology? I have not been this close to a woman in five long years, and I choked. I don’t know how to handle women anymore.”
“That’s pretty damned obvious.”
“When I see you, Skye, I can think of only one thing.”
“And that is?”
“Making love to you—holding you and kissing you all night, and tasting your lips, your flesh, and your entire body.”
She glared at him, scowled, and said nothing. He could not tell if she still held onto the anger. He had to take another chance. Lowering, he wrapped his lips around hers, and there was no response. They kissed close lipped at first, and eventually her jaw slacked open and her tongue raked over his in a velvety connection. He pulled her deeper into a seductive kiss and forced her lithe body against his.
She released a sweet sigh across his tongue as his swollen cock thudded against her belly. He thrust against her stomach, mimicking the act of sex, as their tongues swirled in a heated delight.
Her lips tasted of pure sunshine, and if this continued much longer, he could easily come right there in the water, all over her slim belly. Suddenly she shoved his jaw away, stole a breath, and turned from him. She took up the bodywash and began washing herself as if nothing at all had happened. Holy shit! This woman was killing him.
“Well…” he coughed out. “Was that, ahh—better?”
She lathered her hair then submerged herself, and cleaned all the excess soap from her silky strands. “Better,” she agreed. She tossed him the plastic bottle and removed herself from the water. After toweling herself off with one of their thin blankets, she sat on the hood of the Jeep and gazed his way in the fading light. He really couldn’t tell if she was interested or disgusted with him at this point. Someway he had to find out, and it had to be soon.
* * * *
After an abysmal meal of heated Spam over an open fire they cleaned all their weapons and recounted and divided the munitions accordingly.
Will Archer seemed exhausted to Skye, yet he chose to take the first watch. “There is a farmhouse about half a mile to the west,” he said. “Cody and I cleared it though. No signs of the undead.” He topped off his magazine and grabbed the spotlight.
Will snuck in a quick kiss across her cheek when no one was looking then lowered his voice. “I love you, Skye Radly. Get some rest. You have third watch in a few hours.”
He disappeared before she had a chance to respond. Love? It was a word he never used before. She never thought it was possible in a time like this—in a place as this. The words were calming and caused her spirit to soar for a few moments.
Love.
It had a nice ring to it. She could easily fall head over heels for a man like William Archer. He was devilishly handsome, brave, and was always there for her. He was also the best rifleman they had and one that was indispensable in days like these.
She sprawled out on the sleeping bag, and Neanderthal Vander was snoring with his mouth wide open. She nudged him in the ribs until he rolled to one side and the thunderous noise subsided.
Cody settled down next to her and softly cupped her hand. “Two more days,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“My birthday,” he said with a sideways grin.
Holy shit, that’s right. With everything going on around her it had totally slipped her mind. “I haven’t forgotten,” she lied, giving his hand a tight squeeze.
Cody entwined his fingers into hers and laid back to stare up at the twilight with her. “Can I say something?”
“Anything. I am right here.”
“I have never been with a girl before. I mean I never actually made love yet. There was this girl once, and her name was Brittany. She was very nice, and we made it all the way to second base, but that was it. She started seeing another guy after that.”
“What is second base exactly?”
“She kissed me with a tongue, and I touched her breast.”
Skye tried to contain a laugh. “I see.”
“Soooo, ummm—could you tell me what it’s like?”
“What what’s like?”
“Sex,” he said evenly.
Skye gulped, and her face burned. How could such a simple question feel so embarrassing right now? “Well, Cody,” she started drily. “The question could probably be better answered by Will or maybe Vander.”
“Why?”
“They are men, and you need a man’s view.”
“Okay,” he sighed. “Can I at least get your perspective on it?”
“With the right partner it is extremely fun. Now go to sleep, Cody.”
“Am I the right partner?”
She tilted her head and gazed deeply into his wide, hazel eyes. “Yes—now sleep, dang it.”
The corners of his mouth twisted into a grin. “Good. We will have fun then, right?”
“It’s going to be a home run or maybe even a grand slam.”
He kissed her cheek, then he kissed the back of her hand. “I can’t wait.”
Geez, she thought, watching Cody close his eyes. He was still a virgin, so she would have to find some way to make his first time special—memorable. How could she do that in a shit hole like this? And a virgin at this age? Strange.
It was crystal clear to Skye that all three men wanted her which wasn’t a bad thing. In fact it made things interesting and gave her a sense of power over them. Even though Vander acted like a teenage cave dweller on a prom date, he tried to impress her in his own barbaric way. His heated kiss more than made up for his momentary lapse of reason.
William Archer was handsome and brave—all a girl could ever really ask for. He was absolutely the marrying type.
Cody Jacobs was young but sinfully cute. He would be inexperienced with her, yet she felt the tingles down below, a rush of blood starting to swell a very sensitive spot, just by thinking about how she would teach him to make love to her. She was going to be a fine tutor for Cody, and they would have one hell of a good time. She would see to that, no problem.
Several hours later a soft shoulder nudge roused her from a deep sleep. It was Vander and obviously her turn to take the watch, patrol the perimeter for any wandering zombies. She threw on her boots and holstered her weapons.
“Good night,” she told him.
“Wait a sec,” he whispered back. “Can we talk?” He led her away from Cody and Will who were both asleep.
He sat her down on a boulder about twenty yards f
rom the main camp. A warming night breeze ruffled the long grass behind them, and a lone wolf cried out in the distance. Vander seemed extremely nervous to her, and she watched as he licked his lips.
“What if I told you I loved you?” he said suddenly. “I have never been so blindsided by a woman. I ache every single day for you! Sometimes—most of the time I think I’m losing it. You drive me crazy, woman. I don’t know how to explain it.”
She inspected him closely, and there was no hint of mockery in his voice. He was serious, as serious as she ever saw him before. She then saw the bulge that tented the front of his pants.
“You say that you love me, and you have an instant hard-on. You are unbelievable, Vander.”
“I’ve been trying to hide the damn thing all night. It hasn’t gone down since I kissed you in the lake. It hurts like hell. Let me make love to you. Let me feel you, Skye.” He kneeled between her semi-spread legs and pushed her thighs farther apart. He ground his crotch into the front of her shorts. His cock was straining against the material of her clothing. He cradled the nape of her neck and drew her into a long, slow kiss, his fat tongue dwarfing hers as they connected again and again. She sensed the desperation in his kiss.
She could easily give herself to Vander even though he was far from the romantic type. But this could not happen right now. She had a job to do, and that was to protect the rest of the group. Added to this, Cody and Will would certainly wake if she and Vander were to have sex right here so close.
She shoved his ravenous jaw away, but he latched onto her hips and forced her pelvis to experience the hard length of his cock through their clothing.
“Vander,” she gasped.
“Do you feel how much I need you?” he moaned.
“I do want this to happen—really, but we can’t. Not now anyway.”
“Please,” he begged. “I can’t take the waiting any longer.” He unbuckled his pants, and before Skye could say a single word, Vander’s hard cock was fully exposed, so rigid it sprang upward to slap the front of her shirt. He then attempted to unbutton the front of her shorts, but she batted his large, pawing hands away. If he had succeeded in taking off her shorts, she would have given in to him.
Her right hand slipped down instinctively to grip the base of his cock, her fingers unable to wrap fully around his girth. “We can’t have sex right here,” she affirmed. “But I can do something else. Sit where I’m at.”
He did so without question, and they switched positions. His pants were down to his ankles, and she was on her knees between his open legs, still holding to his length. “Warn me when you are about to come,” she advised him in a husky tone.
He exhaled a sigh when her tongue flitted along one side of his shaft then the other. She kissed the tip and glanced up at him. His head was back, and he seemed to be in a blissful state of altered consciousness. She had to physically keep his hard cock angled down or it would have been melded against his torso. She laved over the crown of his mushroomed head, feeling the throb in her palms. She closed her lips around him for the first time and tasted the salty warmth wash over her tongue. She quickly realized, though, that this was the thickest dick she ever had the pleasure of dealing with.
She paused to look up at Vander, and a clear line of his pre-cum hung from her lower lip. His neck was craned back, and his eyes were shut tightly. “Please,” he whispered in a lusty voice. “Please don’t stop.”
She had no intention of stopping, but she needed a breath and a new strategy. The man was too well equipped for her small mouth. His hips jerked against her fingers, and she felt a massive, needy hand fist the back of her pony tail. He forced her mouth to his cock, and she opened for him, trying to relax her jaw fully.
She swallowed the head and much more than what she was prepared for. The result was a gag, but she was determined to satisfy the big man. She adjusted her grip around the base of his shaft using two hands as his pelvis rotated into her open mouth. With each thrust she felt his grip tighten around her scalp to force her lips over his girth. She tasted the essence of manhood, the muskiness of his arousal that vigorously leaked to the back of her throat. He was panting like a dog now all hot and heavy. He stood over her, using her mouth the way he wanted, stretching her lips again and again.
She knew the insides of her shorts were soaked. There was something very rustic and primal about a man taking what he wanted, and it caused her inner walls to run slick with desire.
His fingertips dug into her skull as his long bands of clear juices hung from her chin. She held onto him through the gagging and tried to appease the beast that was invading her throat time and time again.
“Shit! I’m coming,” he moaned, his muscles tensed and bunched. In that second his cock shuddered violently. Six distinct eruptions against her tongue sent copious amounts of hot seed spiraling against her throat. She tried pulling away, but he kept her head in place. Her fingers kneaded the sides of his shaft through the release, and her plump lips remained fastened to his purpled head.
She swallowed all of him. Not by choice, but his musky flavor was much better than anticipated.
He smiled wide and pulled her to his lap. Before she could protest the flat of his hand raked down the front of her shorts seeking out her pussy. Two fingers slid across her saturated folds. “You’re soaked,” he murmured. “That’s good.”
“And why is that good?”
“It means you enjoyed sucking my cock.”
“I am not that wet,” she teased.
“Oh, but you are, Skye.” The tip of his middle finger plunged between moist folds, and her body seemed to suck him in immediately. He sank deeper, clamping a callused finger pad directly over her G-spot, the heated palm pressing against her clit.
Her ass wiggled against his crotch as he fingered her delicately. She moaned wildly, and he clamped a hand around her mouth to keep her whimpers muffled.
She bit down on his fingers and writhed in his lap. He obviously ignored the pain as his other hand worked on her cunt. Faster and faster he stroked Skye, every sweep brushing over her G-spot. She wanted to scream out, but his hand was there keeping her quiet.
He pulled her back over the top of him, and she arched her hips into his fingers. She was so close to coming now it physically hurt. A muffled grunt escaped her throat when a second finger dove into her. The added pressure against her silken walls shattered her resistance and sent her careening over the edge.
“Time to come for me,” he whispered a hot breath against her ear. As if obeying his commands, her inner muscles choked the shit out of his two thick fingers. His palm pressed hard against her swollen clit at the same time sending jolts of energy down her spine. She bucked into the hand, riding out the sensation. He held her tightly until the pull and fluttering eased around his fingers.
He slowly removed his two wonderful fingers, and she went limp against his solid body. “I wanted to feel your tight pussy for such a long time.” He raised his glistening fingers up to his nose. He inhaled deeply and licked each one. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “Sweet and tangy. A flavor I will become well acquainted with.”
She stood from Vander and adjusted her shorts. “This didn’t happen.”
“What?” he said with a mischievous grin.
“Good boy. At least you’re a fast learner.”
“Where you going in such a hurry?”
“I have a job to do and sleeping men to protect.”
He leaned back on the rock and held the base of his thick cock. “The taste of you is on my lips, and I inhaled your scent. Sure you want to leave?” He naughtily stroked the length of his shaft once and smacked the head against his stomach a few times.
The offer was extremely tempting, but she had the watch and could not neglect her duties. She owed it to Will and Cody to remain diligent.
“Guess you’ll have to take matters in your own hands, Vander.” Turning on her heels, she marched into the darkness.
Just out of his sight she stopped and watc
hed Vander for a moment. Was he really going to masturbate to her womanly scent? She had to witness this if he did.
He moved two fingers that had been deep inside her up to his nose and gripped himself firmly with the free hand. She watched intently as his hand moved from the tip of his dick to the root in one smooth motion. His cock was still slick from a mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva. He glided back and forth in fluid motions. The hold so tight around his erection his fingers lost all color and the head looked like it was going to burst. He inhaled her essence and pumped himself harder and harder with increased intensity.
Skye’s clit reacted to the scene, and she felt it once again swelling. She had never watched a man masturbate before, and it was thrilling to watch especially because it was to her scent.
His hand moved rapidly, and his muscles appeared to tense. With a soft grunt he ejaculated. The thick emulsion erupted from the tip of his cock like a geyser to spill onto his well-defined torso and to rope across his knuckles.
She could see the power she had over these three men now. If her scent alone could drive men to do this, then she was in total control. She grinned and walked away.
Chapter 4
The afternoon sky swirled with angry, gray clouds that moved swiftly from the distant peaks of the mountains, bringing with it the promise of rain.
They already used one spare tire and were running low on fuel. The weary group had been through one small town already with no sign of life—everyone was infected or so it seemed.
Each day that passed without finding other survivors only added to the hopelessness. More and more Skye believed this was the end of humanity. The thought was a depressing one, but she had seen nothing in the past weeks to make her believe any differently.
Cody’s innocence was one thing that lifted her heart and raised her spirits. She glanced at him in the backseat. He was staring at her with a shy smile once again. He had been furtively glancing at her all day.
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