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

by Natasha Hunter

  I licked his fingers clean as he cupped his hand over my breast and gave it a harsh squeeze. "Mmm, you're good at that. Let's see just how good you are at sucking cock. On your knees, slut."

  After settling down in front of him, I unzipped his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, and I took a moment to study it as I tentatively curled my tiny fingers around the base. It was long and slanted downwards; the head was big and bulbous. A tiny bit of fluid oozed from the purple tip. I swiped it away with my thumb, and more leaked out.

  "Spit on it," he said gruffly.

  I looked up at him questioningly as he raked his fingers through my hair. "Spit," he ordered.

  I whimpered as he pushed my head closer to his cock. I spit, then used my fingers to spread the lubrication around the tip of his erection. He began to groan as I took it into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it, pretending I was licking a great big lollipop while I stroked him with both hands, "Mmmm, Piper. You're such a good little slut, sucking my cock like a pro."

  He guided my head, forcing his inches between my lips, pushing until I could feel him touching the back of my throat. "Relax," he commanded as I tried to pull my head back. I felt as if I were choking as he pushed even more into my mouth. Finally, I yanked my head back and coughed. Saliva and his pre-cum dripped down my chin. My eyes were watery, and I blinked several times as I stared up at him.

  "You're too big!" I pleaded.

  "Shhh. We will go slower." He cupped the bottom of my chin as he guided his dick between my lips again. I adjusted to the feeling of him completely filling my mouth, and as he eased towards the back of my throat I relaxed, this time more confident.

  I started to suck and twirl my tongue around his cock as he eased in and out of my mouth. I pressed one hand against his thigh while wrapping the other around the base of his thickness. He pumped into my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him between my cheeks.

  "Fuck yeah, I'm going to come." He yanked my head back swiftly as he stroked himself, pumping his cock at my lips. "I'm going to come all over your pretty freckled face." I flicked my tongue against it as he orgasmed, his jizz splattering across my lips, chin, and cheeks. He rubbed his cock against my mouth as he pumped out a few more gobs of white creamy cum.

  I don't know how much further we would have gone if we weren't interrupted by another teacher knocking on the door.

  *

  The following morning it was announced that all schools would be closed until further notice. There were a lot of rumors being spread over social media, with most assuming it was some sort of flu epidemic going around.

  Brady came over to keep me company since my parents were out of town. He helped me with chores, and after we finished; we settled down in the living room for a binge fest of video games and sappy romance movies.

  "I'm sorry about yesterday. It wasn't fair that Conrad made you stay."

  I shrugged with a blush, "It was no big deal."

  Brady crooked a brow at me, "Why are you blushing?"

  "I'm not blushing!" I lied, feeling a shameful heat burning my cheeks.

  "Mmmhmm," Brady cooed. "Come on, you can tell me. I know you have a crush on him. I've seen the way you look at him in class."

  I rolled my eyes, trying to downplay my secret. "Oh pfft. He is in front of the class! Of course I look at him. I have to!"

  He playfully smacked me with a pillow, "Yes but you look at him like you want to have sex with him."

  "No. I don't." I said matter-of-factly, wanting desperately to change the topic of conversation.

  "Yes, Piper. You do."

  I chewed my bottom lip. Was it that obvious? Oh God, how humiliating! Did other people guess? Did Conrad already know, and that was why he asked me to stay after class? Had he planned it all along? Was he already planning my next seduction?

  "Come on," he said in a teasing voice. "You can tell me your dirty little secret, Piper."

  I hesitated. On the one hand, I would die if anyone found out I sucked Mister Brady's cock. On the other, I had been telling Brady most of my secrets since we were kids, and I was desperate to talk about it with someone.

  Brady nodded as he opened up a bag of chips. "Is he hung?" He smirked playfully at me as he winked knowingly.

  "Something did happen yesterday..." I tensed as I looked at him. "I fooled around with Mister Conrad, okay? There, happy to know?"

  He pursed his lips as his blue eyes stormed. Turning away from me, he sat the bag of chips on the coffee table and raked his hand through his hair.

  Gathering my courage, I continued. "We uh...well. We didn't actually have sex, but almost."

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" A mixture of surprise and anger washed over his face. He slapped the wireless gaming controller off of the sofa then stood up. His anger surprised me.

  "No. I'm not," I said with trepidation. "Why are you acting like you're mad?"

  Brady started to pace. "You can't be that naive, Piper. Can you?" He looked down at me with a myriad of emotions playing across his face. Anger, hurt, and betrayal.

  My brows knitted together, "Brady, I'm sorry." I wasn't exactly sure why I was apologizing. It wasn't like we were a couple. He was just my friend. Yet, he was acting like a jealous boyfriend.

  He blew out a frustrated breath, "You don't have to apologize. I have no right to feel like this. Sorry."

  "How do you feel?" I asked as I gazed up at him, my green eyes questioning.

  "I love you, Piper. Always have." He grabbed his keys, "But I guess you don't feel the same way." He started for the door.

  I jumped up and followed after him. "Wait! Brady! Wait a goddamned minute. You can't hit me with this and then leave. It's not fair!"

  "Don't talk to me about fair! It's not fair to find out the girl you've loved your whole life screwed a teacher!"

  I shook my head in denial. "But I didn't fuck him okay! We didn't go that far!" My heart thumped. Wait a minute. Brady loved me?

  He rubbed his hand across his face as his body tensed, as if bracing himself for what he was about to hear. "How far?"

  I could see it on his face. The confliction of wanting to know, and not wanting to know. I didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't want to lie either. "Oral."

  "You or him?" he asked raggedly.

  "Both..."

  He made a face of misery. "You sucked his cock?"

  "Yes," I said angrily. My chin lifted. My hands rested on my slim hips, as if bracing myself for battle. "I did. I did it because I wanted to. I didn't even know how you felt, Brady. You could have told me and things might have been different!"

  Heat enflamed his cerulean gaze. "So if I would've told you, you'd be sucking my cock now?"

  I didn't know whether to be pissed off or aroused. Brady had never talked so vulgar to me; he'd always been a perfect gentleman. But in that moment I realized I liked it. "Maybe," I answered softly.

  He groaned a sound of frustration. "Look, Piper. I'm sorry okay? It just...I don't know what came over me. I was only teasing you about Conrad. I didn't even think you had a thing for him."

  Whew. So people didn't know. "I was just fooling around okay? It didn't mean anything. And don't lie. If you had a chance to sleep with Miss Santos, you'd go for it." Miss Santos was our hot, young Spanish teacher. All the boys had a thing for her, and all the girls hated her for it.

  "Maybe." He leaned against the wall beside the door and folded his arms across his chest. "Can I ask you something?"

  I nodded.

  "Why him, Piper? Why not with me?"

  "With you?" My voice went higher pitched as a pulse of desire throbbed in my clit. Why hadn't I realized how gorgeous Brady was before? Maybe I didn't let myself because we were such good friends. I raked my gaze across his athletic body. He wore a muscle tee that showed off his well-defined arms. I knew that he worked out after school and it showed. Every inch of him was toned. His short, golden blonde hair curled on the ends. I wanted to run my hand
s through it. I wanted to feel those perfect, smooth lips grazing my body. I wanted to stare into his startling blue eyes as he slid into me. The erotic images surprised me. Brady, so familiar and sweet- and yet I felt like I was looking at him for the first time.

  "Yeah," he answered in a husky voice.

  My breath caught in the back of my throat. Why not Brady? I asked myself. Good question. I licked my bottom lip. "Because you've never made a move."

  "And if I made one now?" he asked as he neared me. I felt the back of my legs pressing against the sofa. I spread my fingers and curled them against the top of the sofa behind me.

  "Make it and see," I challenged as I stared at him, utterly captivated.

  He brought his head down and brushed his lips against mine. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down my spine. Arousal flared instantly, filling every cell of my body with need. "Brady," I whispered urgently against his mouth.

  "Piper," he said my name just before he parted my lips with his tongue. It was like electricity sparkling, blazing its way through my bloodstream. He explored my mouth, licking at my tongue. Any resistance I might have had was melted away by his scorching kiss. A kiss of possession. I laid my hands against his shoulders and clung to him until we were both breathless.

  I drew my head back, panting, my eyes dazed with desire, my lips swollen and wet from his shattering kiss.

  "You don't know how many times I dreamed of doing that," he said as he nibbled along my jawline. "And this." He pulled my hair to the side and grazed his lips along my neck. Sensations pulsed between my thighs and the need to have him touch me there increased with every little flick of his tongue across my skin. He worked his mouth lower, across my collarbone, while his hands grazed the curves of my waist, his thumbs caressing against my hipbones. He slipped his hands beneath my tee-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then moved up to my bra. After he unclasped my bra, he slid his hands around to the front and delved them beneath satin material, cupping my breasts into his large palms. It was a perfect fit, as if they were made exclusively for him.

  I arched my back as he kissed lower. His soft lips glided over my décolletage while he wiggled his middle fingers across my nipples. They hardened beneath his touch, taut and tight, two rosy brown buds. He pulled my shirt and bra up over my head, then lowered his mouth to my breast and kissed his away around my nipple. He licked between them, leaving a glistening wet mark, then lapped at the other.

  A soft groan escaped my lips. "Please," I mindlessly begged as I ran my fingers through his golden hair.

  The corners of his lips curled up into a sensual smirk. He knew he had me; knew that I would let him do anything. "Did you let Mister Conrad do this?"

  "No." I squeezed my fingers into his soft, golden hair. "Only you."

  He groaned just before sucking my nipple into his mouth. He squeezed the other, rubbing it between two fingers. "So tell me what happened."

  Could I actually bring myself to say it?

  "Tell me," Brady insisted as he rolled his tongue around, teasing me. "Every little detail, Piper. I need to know."

  He was making it hard to think. Pleasure pulsed and my thoughts were jumbled. "He ate my pussy while sitting at his desk. He pulled my panties down and licked me until I came. And then I got on the floor in front of him and sucked his cock."

  Brady slipped his hand down between my legs and cupped my mound over my jeans. He rubbed his fingers hard at my crotch, pressing the rough material against my sensitive, tingling skin. "You let him lick you here?"

  "Yeah," I uttered in a low voice. I could feel my arousal as he splayed his fingers across my crotch, teasing me with firm little strokes.

  He unzipped my jeans and shoved his hand into my panties as he sucked on my nipple. I groaned as I felt his fingers probing, pushing my sensitive lips apart, seeking out my clit. He skimmed the pad of his finger across my tingling bud and ignited a searing onslaught of sensations to pool deep in my belly.

  "Did you like getting your pussy licked?" he asked as he flicked his tongue beneath my breast, lapping at taut skin covering my rib-cage.

  "Uh huh," I answered honestly as he licked his way down my stomach. He paused at my navel and swirled his tongue around it.

  "Did you cum?"

  "Yes," I replied with a raspy voice.

  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.

  Panting, I tried to catch my breath as he pulled back and stood up. As he took off his tee, the evening sunlight illuminated his sinewy contours. He was physical perfection. I couldn't help but to admire his muscular chest. I watched as he unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his jeans. He took his time undressing, giving me a chance to cool down.

  Once he was fully nude, he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his erection. He guided my fingers, showing me how to touch him. "Like that," he whispered. "Fuck, that feels good, Piper."

  I kissed his neck as I stroked him. My nipples rubbed against his chest, and I was frightfully aware of how close his cock was to my pussy. My inner muscles clenched and throbbed at the thought of him inside of me. I stroked him closer, so close that I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing the lips of my pussy. My slick juices drenched his rod and using my hand; I smeared some down the length of his erection.

  "Not yet," he said huskily. He scooped me up and carried me into my parents' bedroom and laid me out on the mattress. The sun began to set, filling the room with shadows. After he had finished undressing me, he leaned down to give me an upside down kiss. He kissed my chin, my neck, then worked his way down my torso.

  His body hovered over mine. After pushing apart my thighs, he started licking my pussy again. His cock hung above me as he straddled my head. I used both hands to stroke him into my mouth, groaning around his heavy erection.

  He filled my mouth completely. I undulated my tongue beneath his cock while sliding him in and out as best I could from the position we were in. I made these kittenish purring sounds around his dick while I sucked him. It was messy, with saliva and pre-cum spilling from the corners of my mouth. His hips bucked as he helped with the in and out motions.

  I loved everything about the moment: the taste of him, the musky scent of his skin, the animalistic groans he made in between long licks of my pussy. He used his fingers, pushing two inside as he focused on my clit. He lapped circles around it while probing me with his digits. My inner muscles quivered and squeezed his fingers every time he pushed them into me.

  Our bodies were slick with sweat, gliding effortlessly against one another as we feasted between each other's legs. I was mindless as a fog of sexual desire clouded out every other thought, but the feel of Brady stroking into my mouth, and into my pussy at the same time.

  "Ohhhhh," I groaned after I pulled him from my mouth. I was on the cusp of orgasm, "Don't stop!" I pleaded. "Oh Brady!" I stroked him against my lips as I hummed a sexual, long drawn out sound of desire. My breath was quicker, my belly clenched, going taut as he attacked my clit with purpose, nibbling and biting while furiously flicking his tongue across the tiny bundle of nerves. His pre-cum was dripping down my chin, and I ran th
e tip of his cock through the slick fluid. My open-mouth pliantly rested against his hard-on; my tongue swiped across it intermittently. "Right there-right-there-right-there-oh-fuck-you're-going-to-make-me-cum!"

  My tumultuous groan reverberated against his erection as my orgasm slammed through me, a violent tempest of pleasure flooding my very being, every cell, every single part of my body, my soul! My very essence radiated and hummed with unadulterated ecstasy. I wasn't even conscious of the sounds I was making: throaty, raspy groans and punctured moans as I tried to breathe. I cried out for him to stop because I couldn't take it anymore; the sensations were too intense, too overwhelming.

  It was the most exquisite, all-consuming, pleasure I've ever experienced in my entire existence. I writhed beneath him until he rolled off of me, smirking as he straddled my torso. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, then pushed them together as he inched his way towards them with his cock.

  "This okay?" he asked as he pushed into the crease of my milky white globes. He groaned as I nodded my consent. His thumbs roughly rubbed my nipples; his fingers kneaded into my flesh. "Fuck, Piper," he uttered as I flicked my tongue out and lapped at his dribbling pre-cum. A strand of fluid stretched from the tip of my tongue to the end of his cock. His eyes half closed as he raked his even, white teeth across his lower lip. "Damn, you're sexy."

  I lightly grazed my teeth across the swollen head as I slithered my tongue across the tip, probing into that tiny slit in the center. He squeezed my breasts even harder, pushing them tightly together as he rolled his hips, thrusting between my tits.

  My hands pressed against his thighs; my fingers rubbed through the golden hair along his legs as I worked him in and out of my mouth. I glanced up at him, and he met my gaze, holding it intently, as he stroked his cock between my tits.

  His jaw tightened as his teeth clenched together. He sucked in a deep breath and held very still, "Stop."

  I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and bit it lightly, watching and waiting.