RisingGreen

by Sabrina York

  “Oh God,” he cried out as her hot quim lowered onto his rod.

  She cried out as well, something snarled and unintelligible and raw. It felt so good inside her, all the way inside her. She braced herself on his chest and rode him, back and forth, swirling her pelvis around and back. Getting it. Getting it everywhere.

  He tried to direct the motion but she wouldn’t let him. As she rode him, something rode her, spurring her on to wilder, more frantic strokes. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he held on for dear life.

  “Oh. Please,” he breathed as she undulated, riding him, fucking him. “Please. Please!”

  And then his eyes widened. His entire body stiffened and he shook.

  “What is that?” he moaned. “What is that?” He bucked his hips as though trying to throw her off.

  But Sage was determined. She was ravenous. She needed this. She needed

  “No. God. No!” This, with a high-pitched panic. His eyes rolled back.

  Ah. Yes.

  Spurts of cum surged into her cunt and a great wash of delicious delight descended, wrapping her in a cloak of contentment. It quenched the thirst, banked the fire and filled her completely.

  She collapsed onto his chest and enjoyed the afterglow, the twitches, the spirals of pleasure lingering in her orgasm’s wake.

  Then she stood—leaving Sanders lying on the floor, panting and staring at his cock in shock—and made herself a sandwich.

  By the time she finished, the hunger was rising again.

  So she went to find Davidson.

  She was atop Davidson on the rough floor of his cramped room, riding him, nearly delusional with hunger and a passion that burned, when the door slammed open and Kale appeared on the threshold.

  “What the fuck?” He kicked the door shut with his heel and tossed his M16 on the bunk.

  “Get lost,” Davidson growled. He tightened his grip, grinding Sage against his pelvis, writhing beneath her. His breath came in short pants.

  Kale snorted a harsh laugh. “No way. No fucking way.”

  Sage ignored Kale—she’d already had him—but she could hear the rustle of his clothes as he disrobed behind her. She focused on Davidson, his big cock inside her, the thrills shooting through her as little dribbles of cum leaked from the engorged tip. She was so intent on him, she swore she could feel every leaking drop. He was close.

  She was close to having it—his cum. In her. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth, increased her movements. Sweat beaded on her brow. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Kale knelt behind her. She could feel the heat rolling off his body, smell his musky arousal. It smelled sour. She’d had him.

  She looked over her shoulder and snarled, “Get lost.” But then she stilled. Because she felt something…something astonishing.

  It wasn’t Kale’s blunt finger worming its way into her ass that sent a whole new kind of hunger raining through her body. It was some squirming restlessness, a new warmth tingling deep in her ass. She shivered around this incursion, this new exploration. When she clenched her pucker, the warmth blossomed.

  “Oh. Yeah.” She’d had him. But she hadn’t had him there. And now, suddenly, she wanted him, ached for him. In there. Up there.

  She shifted her knees farther apart and levered her ass up higher so he could delve deeper. He pulled out his finger and she groaned in protest, but Kale didn’t hesitate. He quickly shoved two fat digits into her.

  The fullness made her squirm. It was painful, uncomfortable, nasty but delicious.

  “Move. Move!” Beneath her, Davidson, beginning to panic, thrust up harshly. Sage squeezed his cock and circled her hips and he shuddered. “Yeah. Oh God. Yeah.”

  She glanced over her shoulder and glared at Kale. “Fuck me, asshole.”

  He laughed. The prick. “You mean, ‘Fuck my asshole,’ don’t you, bitch?”

  Her glare morphed into a growl. “No. I mean fuck me, asshole. And do it now.”

  His smarmy smile melted away, replaced with a resolute lust. He yanked his fingers out and quickly hunkered down, angling his cock into position. He pressed in.

  God. He was huge. Huge and hard. The tight ring of her ass resisted at first but then the tip of his cock pushed through. He invaded her, sank deep.

  They all groaned, all three of them, as the added pressure tightened everything.

  Sage threw her head back and yanked at her nipples. The pain was exquisite, the pleasure unbearable. Her body was stuffed full of man meat, hard and slick and digging into her depths, scraping at her every nerve. She was filled in a way she’d never been filled before.

  Kale pulled out and shoved back in again. He wasn’t gentle. Not slow or tentative. He plowed into her with a powerful passion, nudging her sanity, prodding the cock weeping on the other side of a thin membrane. Davidson panted and whimpered and thrust madly against this added weight holding him down. Sage dropped to his chest and lifted her butt to give Kale better access. And he used it. He used her.

  His cock whipped in and out of her like a piston. And as he fucked her, a blooming warmth grew and grew until it consumed her. The pressure of his thrusts, the sucking tension of his withdrawals, pushed her forward and back, grinding her over Davidson’s rod, fucking him too in a harsh, savage rhythm.

  Davidson sucked in a deep breath. His eyes went wide and he screamed. His thrashing increased and he fought beneath her, for what she wasn’t sure. But he was desperate. Desperate to escape, to free his cock from this clamping, sucking, excruciating pressure. Desperate for release.

  Inside her, deep inside her slick, taut cunt, his cock surged, bulged. His cries rose higher and higher as the passion, the insanity, the orgasm took him. And as he came, as his cock spit wave after wave of hot, sticky jizz into her sweltering canal, she came as well. And she collapsed on Davison’s sweat-soaked, heaving form.

  But Kale wasn’t done.

  He lifted her ass higher. Davidson slipped out with a whimper and Kale offered a guttural groan as the internal pressure lifted. Resistance disappeared.

  “Oh yeah,” he snarled and began to fuck her ass faster and harder, sluicing in and out as she whimpered and moaned and shuddered beneath him.

  That warmth—that blissful, wriggling hunger in her ass—grew and expanded, sending a raging need slicing through her body. She started thrusting back at Kale, taking him deeper and deeper, opening her legs wider, cursing at him and demanding he move faster, go deeper.

  He complied, wrenching in and out of her at a breathtaking rate, slamming into her ass with a rod as stiff and long as a pike. And then…

  He came. His cum was scalding hot. It burned up into her, flooding her ass with millions of tiny protein-filled sperm, feeding the raging hunger, sating her. She cried out as the second climax took her. It pressed over her, riding on the tail of the first, compounding it. Exacerbating it. Dominating it.

  Her entire body convulsed in endless ecstasy. Nerves screamed. Lungs burned. Her womb wept as her cunt and ass quivered in twining twin orgasms.

  She came a little again when Kale pulled out. He collapsed in a panting, twitching pile at her side, holding his cock in a tight fist. A dribble of drool trickled down his chin.

  She crawled off Davidson, who curled himself into a little ball and began rocking, muttering to himself and sobbing.

  Sage looked down at them, from one to the other, a sudden disgust crawling through her. As she picked up her scattered clothing and dressed, they remained there on the floor next to each other, weak and wasted, nearly naked, completely unmanned.

  She turned up her nose at their withering cocks and left the room. They were worthless to her now.

  It was time to find fresh meat.

  Chapter Four

  “Well, you’re not pregnant.” Riley tossed the pee stick into the trash can and peeled off his gloves. He stood there, on the other side of the room as if she had a disease. He frowned at her. “I have to ask. How long have you been sexually active, Sage?�
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  She looked at him from beneath her lashes, soaking in his presence. Since he’d rejected her the other day, she’d been obsessed with the thought of tossing him to the ground and fucking the shit out of him. She wanted him more than ever but he seemed even more remote.

  This was going to take some work. Riley wasn’t Sanders or Davidson or Browning, or any of the other horny fucks in the billet who would whip it out and shoot their cum into her at the drop of a hat. Riley was going to require a very cautious approach.

  “Just a couple days.” She rearranged the drape he’d given her. She was naked beneath it, her quim making damp stains on the cot.

  “Since the day you passed out?”

  She glanced at him. “I just can’t seem to help myself.”

  He crossed his arms. As though that could keep him safe. “And why did you think you might be pregnant?”

  She rubbed her belly. “I’m swollen. Here. And I ache. Have strange…cravings.”

  He took a step closer. “Is your abdomen distended?”

  She leaned back on the cot and smoothed the drape over her slightly protruding belly. “I don’t know.” She pressed at the knot. It was bigger than before. “Maybe you could tell me.”

  He paused. About halfway to the cot. “Sage. This is a medical examination.”

  “I know, Riley. I’m really worried.”

  Oh, her body was changing. In ways she couldn’t fathom. But frankly she was much more interested in his hands on her. His cock in her. His spitting cum. Nothing else mattered, not really.

  And he was nearly there.

  Pulling up a chair, he sat next to her and slowly palpated her abdomen in a circular rotation.

  Sage held her muscles tight so he wouldn’t notice her shiver. How she ached for this. For him.

  He found a tender spot and pressed, his brow furrowed. “This is…odd.” His gaze flicked to hers. “It feels like a tumor…but wait. Did that just move?”

  He leaned closer. His scent surrounded her. A thrill wove through her, a heaviness settled in her belly.

  “Yes. It moved… Sage, have you had any other unusual symptoms?”

  She bit her lip to hide her smile. “There is something else that’s kind of strange.”

  Slowly, she inched the hem of the drape up her thighs, exposing the nest between her legs. She opened her pussy lips.

  “Look at my clit,” she whispered. “See how swollen it is. See how it throbs.”

  And it did. She could feel it, as though it was alive, quivering. He leaned closer and her heart leapt. Her belly lurched.

  He touched the turgid protuberance and she shuddered. He prodded. Probed. Something within her clit licked and lashed.

  He froze. Blinked. “What the hell was that?”

  She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His touch had triggered the heat, the hunger. The power of her passion made her mute.

  “Sage, what was that?”

  “What was what?” she choked, trying desperately not to wriggle and squirm as he continued to probe her clit. It swelled even more. Came alive. Breathed.

  “There was something there…on your clitoris.”

  “Mmmm.” She reclined onto the cot, spreading her legs wider. The heat within her was excruciating. She needed his touch. Needed his passion. She stroked her dampening slit and held it open, wide. “Won’t you examine me?”

  He knelt beside the cot and did so, but with a dispassionate doctor’s eye. Still, even though his touch was cool and impersonal, the rough rasp of his finger on her clit was divine. She arched with each delicious pass. A burning tendril of delight snaked through her, out of her. She whimpered and writhed.

  “There it is again… Oh my God.” He glanced up at her, his expression stunned. “It’s like a vine…flicking out of your urethra.”

  “It hurts,” she complained. A pout.

  He grabbed it, whatever it was, and gently tugged. Sage felt it move within her, resist the pull.

  “Ouch!” Riley quickly released it. He put his finger to his lips and sucked.

  Her mouth watered at the sight. She smiled. Because she knew. She knew. Somehow she knew what had just happened.

  She knew he was hers.

  “What is it?” she asked, gently tracing the suddenly distended veins on his neck. Slowly, she drew him closer and closer to her core.

  “I don’t know.” His eyes had gone all glassy. His face, pale. “I think it bit me.”

  She arched closer, closer to his lips. She could feel his hot breath against her pubic hair, her wet slit. Ah. Nearly there.

  “Bite it back.” Words growled, born of sheer desperation. Her clit ached, strained, begged for the touch of his lips, his tongue.

  And then he was there.

  Oh God! Then he was there.

  His warm mouth closed on her engorged nub and he sucked her in. Sucked her in and nibbled and nipped and devoured her. He orgasm came quickly but it was a hollow victory, an empty bliss. She needed more. More. She needed his cock. His cum.

  “Riley.” She pushed against him but he ignored her, kept feasting. She threaded her fingers through his hair and yanked him up, off her. She stared into his bleary eyes. “Fuck me, Riley.”

  A muscle in his cheek bunched at her words. Without a moment of thought, he stripped off his pants and climbed onto the cot. Like a wild thing, an animal, he flipped her over onto her belly and pushed in. Her cunt was wet and welcoming; his cock was long and thin. He nudged her womb with the first thrust and she came again.

  She didn’t like this position. She had no control over the movements, save pushing back against him. She had no access to his neck, his beautiful neck, which she longed to suck. But she liked his forcefulness. She liked the way his harsh grasp dug into her ass cheeks, the way he made her move with his rhythm. She liked the long, smooth, deep strokes caressing her, rubbing against something essential and primal deep inside.

  “More,” she huffed.

  The cot screeched against the floor with the insistent drives of his body but neither of them cared. They were wrapped in the sensation, rapt with the urgent, pounding pleasure.

  His cock thickened. She tightened the walls of her cunt against his insistent strokes. Pushing back, she arched and wriggled her hips to get him deeper, deeper in her.

  He made small feral grunts, groans and muttered curses. Like an animal he took her, hard and hot and messy.

  She wanted more. Needed more.

  And there. There! She felt it coming. Could sense its approach.

  Everything within her curled into a tight ball.

  Behind her, Riley stiffened. His growl rumbled through her body. He tried to pull out, to push against her, but she wouldn’t release him. She needed his cum. She needed it. So she held him, stroked him, urged him on as he filled her, spurt after orgasmic spurt of warm, salty drops. And when he finished, she held him still, milking him with the swollen walls of her cunt. Milking every drop.

  Until the hunger waned. Until the tight ache eased. Until she was sated.

  She had been fed.

  “What the hell did you do to me?”

  Sage glanced over her shoulder to see Sanders framed by the door of her lab, frowning at her. She looked him up and down. Her lip curled in distaste. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Come on, Green.” He waved at his crotch—his bulging crotch. “My cock is still hard.”

  She glanced at the lump in his pants with disinterest and turned back to her microscope. Her work was far more interesting than his hard-on. She’d already had her fill of his sperm. She didn’t want anything to do with him now. She certainly didn’t want to have to deal with this.

  But he wouldn’t let it go. “Seriously, Green. What’d you do?” When she didn’t respond, he grabbed her arm and whipped her around to face him. “My God. It was like you were fucking me.”

  She leveled him with a look. “I was.”

  “That’s not what I mean. It was the weirdest thing. When I was fucking
you…you were…I don’t know…fucking me.”

  Sage sighed and shook off his arm. “You liked it.”

  He blinked. “Damn straight I did. But now…”

  “Now?”

  “My fucking cock is still hard.”

  She smirked. “Most men wouldn’t complain.”

  A noise in the hallway caught her attention and she looked up to see Dan standing there, his arms crossed. He didn’t look happy.

  But he did look delicious. His chin was still dusted with dark prickles. Sage wondered how they would feel when she tested them with her tongue. And ah. There on his neck…

  He’d been avoiding her lately. At least, that’s what she suspected. But he wasn’t avoiding her now.

  She smiled at him. “Did you want something, commander?”

  His frown darkened. “I need to see you in my office. Now.”

  Sage flicked a glance at Sanders, who was still obsessing over his hard-on. “Sure. We were through here. Weren’t we, Sanders?”

  Oh. They were through, all right.

  Dan could barely contain his fury, could barely wait for the door to close behind Sage before he lit in. “What the hell is going on with you? First I have to referee a fistfight between Kale and Davidson over which one bagged you first and then I hear that, to a man, you’ve fucked the entire science team.”

  Sage shrugged. Dan tried very hard not to notice how her hair hit her shoulders with the movement. Hell, he tried not to notice a lot of things.

  “I got horny.”

  He blinked, willing away a sudden thrill in his solar plexus. “I’ve known you for years, Sage. You don’t get horny.”

  No. She never did.

  Damn it all.

  He knew why she was the way she was. She’d gotten drunk one night years ago and told him all about her father, the sick fuck.

  Yeah. He got it.

  But this… This, he didn’t get.

  She sauntered over to him—yes, Sage Green sauntered—and walked her fingers up his chest. She was so close he could see the pulse in her throat. It was beating a rapid tattoo. “I’m horny now.”