ApocaLips (Three Book Erotica Bundle) (Book One a sexy F/M/M ménage)

by Natasha Hunter

  ApocaLips Bundle

  Natasha Hunter

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  Sexy Excerpt From Part One:

  Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.

  My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."

  He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.

  I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."

  Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.

  Sexy Excerpt From Part Two:

  He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.

  I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

  His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.

  Sexy Excerpt From Part Three:

  "Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."

  "Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.

  "Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  "Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.

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  ApocaLips Part One

  I closed my eyes as I lifted my head, savoring the feel of warm water cascading across my face and running down my neck. I tried to remember the last time I had a real shower with soap, shampoo, and body lotion. Before, it had been a necessity; showering and getting ready for school had almost been a nuisance at times. I could remember so many mornings I'd moan and complain about getting up early, taking for granted life's little luxuries like hot water and clean towels.

  I splashed my face and scrubbed my body from head to toe, taking my time as I washed away weeks worth of dirt and grime. I had been on the run since the beginning of the outbreak, never staying in one place for more than a night or two. Personal grooming had taken a backseat to things like simply living through the day.

  The nights were ten times harder to survive. It seemed like the Infected moved quicker after the sun went down. No one knew why or how it happened. Technically they shouldn't be able to move at all, seeing as how they were dead. There were theories that some kind of parasite animated dead people's bodies, causing a 'zombie-like' state. The Infected could walk, run, and rip you to pieces. At least that's how it was explained on the news, before the power went out for good.

  It happened so quickly. One day I had just arrived in Virginia to take a graduation cruise with my best friend, Lexa, and the next day, everything went to hell. We never made it to the harbor as reports from all over the globe started pouring in with news of the parasitic infection. Businesses closed as people became too afraid to go to work. The airlines shut down indefinitely, leaving us stranded at our hotel. The streets were eerily quiet, with everyone hiding out, afraid of catching the parasite.

  Lexa and I hid out for a couple of weeks at the hotel, hoping that something miraculous would happen and that the world would go back to normal. Those first few days were surreal; but we were optimistic, thinking that any moment the government would announce a cure. We became hopeful as we watched military convoys roll down the desolate streets. Surely, they were there to ensure our safety and help us find a way home.

  As days turned into weeks, life as we knew it descended into anarchy and chaos. The Infected seemed to quadruple by the hour, making it nearly impossible to stay in the city. When the power and water shut off, we decided to try heading home on our own. We kept to fields and forest as much as possible, steering clear of any built up area or main road or highway. Neither of us were survivalists, but we'd played enough Zombie video games to know the basics. Basically, stay off the main roads, grab weapons as soon as possible, and trust no one. Oh, and the obvious, stay far away from the Infected.

  We learned to forage remote, abandoned houses in the day and hide by night. After three or more months of travelling, Lexa and I split up to search houses at the end of a wealthy neighborhood. From the upstairs of the house I was in, I watched helplessly as Lexa was kidnapped by the Militia- a group of civilians who were trying to restore order to the people, by force if necessary. With only one pistol and two bullets left, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop them from takin
g her back to their camp.

  Maybe I should have surrendered myself and let them take me too. Safety in numbers, people always say. But we'd heard some stories about the Militia from a couple of girls we'd shared a house with one night. I knew that once we were were taken to their camp, there'd be no going home. And I had to get home.

  The night I lost Lexa was probably the worst of my life. I swore to myself, that very moment, that one day I'd rescue her from that band of whacked out military nuts. If only I could make it home, I knew my Dad would know what to do. He and my brothers would come back with me and demand they hand her over. I wasn't even sure if they were still alive, but I held onto that hope because that's all I had left.

  After a couple of weeks of traveling solo, I stumbled across a spray-painted sign promising refuge to travelers. I followed the signs to a small town in the country, and found a large, well-guarded church that offered sanctuary to those in need. At least that what the sign read outfront.

  I was reluctant to take them at their word, naturally, and spent over twenty-four hours scouting the place. I hid nearby, watching and listening for gunfire, screaming, anything that would mark the place as something other than what it represented itself to be. Satisfied that it was relatively safe, I approached the main gate with my arms held up in a sign of surrender. It was a gamble, but at that point I was in dire need of human interaction. Being out there without Lexa was the loneliest I've ever felt.

  Two guards approached me and did a quick run down on the rules. To get in, I had to surrender my weapons to them while I was there, but in exchange I was offered a hot shower, hot food, and a place to sleep for the entire night. If I wanted to stay longer, I would have to take up a job and help pull my weight. Seemed like a fair enough deal. Reluctantly, I handed over my gun, knife, and all the ammo I had collected since Lexa and I started our journey. I wasn't happy to leave my gun. For the longest time, it provided the only feeling of safety I had. As I slowly placed it on the table, I couldn't quite pull my hand from the cold steel of the clip. The guard could see I was hesitant, so he offered some support. “Don't worry," he said. “You'll get it back when you leave."

  A cool breeze lifted the ends of my hair as I followed one of the campers, a girl that was probably only a couple of years older than me. "I'm Sunny." She offered me her hand, and I shook it, delighted in the simple contact of another human being.

  "Ashlyn Taylor." I tucked my hair behind my ear, "So what is this place exactly? A church?"

  She smiled wistfully. "It was. Now it's just a place we live. Though some of the old parishioners live here too. They have their services every Sunday. They are still set in their ways, I guess."

  I nodded, feeling sorry for them, knowing how hard it was to let go of the life we had just a few months ago. A sudden wave of homesickness hit me as I remembered my old church. My mom would drag us every Sunday, whether we wanted to go or not. My eyes watered and I blinked several times, not wanting this stranger to see me cry.

  She pretended not to notice. "But they are kind, and everyone here gets along. With all the work that has to be done every single day, there's no time for bickering." She grinned, "Idle hands and all of that, I suppose."

  As she stopped to talk to someone else, I glanced around. The place was impressive. They had gardens, livestock, and a huge fence around the entire area. Men and women manned the gate in pairs. It wouldn't be a bad place to live, if I were looking to stay. But I couldn't. I had to get home.

  Sunny gave me a quick tour of the inside, then led me to the kitchen. We chatted for over an hour as I ate two large bowls of hot stew. She told me about her boyfriend and I told her about Lexa, and how we got separated. We spoke of the past, of who we were before, and where we were when it first started. I helped her tidy up the kitchen and then she showed me to the bathrooms.

  "Here're the showers. We are allowed five minutes of hot water," Sunny explained as she handed me a gift package of toiletries. "But you can take longer since it is your first night with us."

  I smiled with gratitude, "Thank you so much."

  "I'm scheduled for a patrol, so if I don't see you again before the morning, you take care, okay?" She hugged me tightly as if we'd been friends for our whole lives instead of a few hours.

  I sighed indulgently as I raked my fingers through my hair, savoring the smell of the citrus shampoo. It was heaven. I started to feel like a normal girl again. After I showered, I changed into a nightshirt they provided, and hand washed my panties and bra. I had a fresh change of clothes to wear the following day; jeans and a hoodie I had just looted from a house down the road.

  "Miss Taylor?" I glanced in the mirror as I brushed my hair, noticing the elderly nun standing in the doorway. The flickering candlelight illuminated her worn features. "I'm Sister Margaret and I'll show you to where you'll be sleeping. Unfortunately, the womens' dormitories are full tonight, so all we have to offer you is a spot in the mens' dorms. I trust you will be on your best behavior?"

  I nodded sheepishly, "Yes ma'am." I didn't mind- all I cared about was falling asleep somewhere safe away from the Infected. I quickly gathered my things and followed after her.

  Moonlight filtered through dirty windows, slanting across the king-sized mattress where I'd be sleeping for the night. "You have to be out of here by seven in the morning," she whispered in a tired voice. “If you plan on staying longer, you'll be expected to put in a good day's work, just like the rest of us."

  I nodded and offered a small smile of appreciation.

  She handed me a pillow and clean blanket, then motioned to the bed. "Careful now. Jeff is already asleep. Try not to wake him, dear."

  A few months ago I would cringe at the thought of sleeping with strangers, but now all I could think about was settling down and drifting off. "Thank you Sister Margaret. I appreciate everything you've done for me."

  She patted my arm gently before walking off.

  I tugged my backpack off and left it at the foot of the makeshift bed. Settling down onto the mattress, I unzipped it and pulled out my panties and bra. I laid them on top of my backpack, hoping they would be dry by morning.

  With a yawn, I stretched out beside Jeff, trying to be as quiet as possible. I kept enough distance between us, that should he roll over, we still wouldn't be touching. I inhaled a deep breath, savoring the smell of freshly laundered bedding. It had been many months since I had slept in something so luxurious.

  Jeff faced away from me with his blanket loosely draped across his lower back and twisted across his thigh. He had short dark hair and wore a white tank top. I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like and who he had been before the chaos began. As I was drifting off to sleep, I imagined what life had been like for him, inventing a past with loving parents and a high school girlfriend.

  Some time during the night I awoke, hearing Sister Margaret whispering to someone nearby. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep as I listened to her give the same set of rules to the newcomer that she had previously given to me. Whoever she was talking with had a soft, yet masculine voice. He seemed to be polite and well spoken.

  After she left, I listened as he settled his gear near my backpack. I could hear him kicking off his boots and peeling off his jacket. The king-sized mattress sunk in as he lay down beside me. I'm not sure why, but I pretended to be asleep.

  A draft of cold air blew across the room. He must have felt me tremble, because he scooped up my blanket and gently covered me. I couldn't help but to think he was as nice as he sounded. Minutes later I drifted off to sleep again, inhaling the scent from the same citrus shampoo I'd used hours earlier.

  I dreamt of the time before, of my old house. Sunlight poured through the windows, bathing everything in a buttery glow of light. Dust motes danced through the air as I lay stretched out on the sofa, the back of my head resting against my boyfriend's lap, his hand curled around mine. I felt safe and loved. My parents were in the kitchen- I could vaguely make out their voices as t
hey were cooking dinner. Without warning, Tommy slipped his hand beneath my shirt and wiggled his fingers beneath my bra, giving my nipple a playful squeeze. I smacked his hand away, feeling self-conscious of my breasts. I always thought they were entirely too big, yet he loved them. He leaned over and kissed me softly as he stretched his hand down my torso and rubbed between my thighs, right over my jeans. I moaned into his mouth while trying to push his hand away despite how good it felt. I rolled my head to the side as he started to kiss my neck. He managed to slip his hand beneath my jeans and straight into my tiny little panties. Biting my lip, I tried to push his hand away again as he toyed with my clit. "Stop," I whispered to him, knowing that we could get caught at any moment.

  Something in the dream startled me. I remember seeing the silhouette of someone at the window, watching us. I stared at him...it. One of the Infected. It placed its gruesome hand against the window and smashed through the glass.

  My heart thudded wildly against my chest as I blinked open my eyes, realizing that it was just another nightmare. Grief knotted my stomach as I remembered my family and my home. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to force myself back to sleep, not wanting to miss a single minute of rest. Tomorrow would be another long, hard day. I was nodding off when I heard the covers rustling behind me. Had I awoken him too?

  I steadied my breath, making it sound as if I were asleep when I felt him inching closer to me. A mixture of intrigue and panic seized me. He lay still a few moments and then scooted even closer to me, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck.

  I could hardly believe what was happening as I felt him tugging the blanket down my side, inch by agonizing inch, until it was just below my bottom. A thousand things ran through my mind at once. In my old life I would have stopped him, while screaming bloody murder. But in my old life this would have never happened! I wouldn't ever let myself get in that position in the first place. I was with Tommy then. Now, I had no one.