Ruined Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Dystopian Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  I groaned as he took a step back and devoured my body with his eyes.

  That fucker wanted a show. Ok. I’ll give him a show.

  I bit my lip like I know he likes and reached up for my breasts. I squeezed them, felt their weight, and toyed with my nipples.

  “Yes, that’s my girl. Keep going.”

  “Mmm,” I moaned as I tweaked my buds, my pussy clenching already.

  “Lower,” he rasped out, his dark eyes fixed between my legs.

  Abandoning my nipple with one hand, I trailed my fingers down my body, past my belly button to my core. Gliding my finger up and down my slit, I couldn’t believe how wet I already was.

  “Spread those lips for me, Flower.”

  I moaned again and took two fingers, and opened myself up to him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Now play with that little clit of yours.”

  Taking my middle finger, I dipped it inside myself, thoroughly wetting it before bringing my arousal back around my clit. I circled my bud and closed my eyes, throwing my head back in ecstacy.

  “That’s a good girl,” Torrent grunted out as I worked my fingers faster, my clit throbbing as my orgasm grew. When I opened my eyes again, I found I had missed the big reveal. Torrent’s cock was free in all its glory as his hand worked the length.

  That visual pushed me over the edge.

  “Ahh. Ahh. AHH!” I screamed out as a powerful orgasm took me, lasting almost a minute as I strummed myself through its duration.

  I collapsed onto the bed, once again pliant after another orgasm.

  “Oh no you don’t, Flower. I’ve only just begun.” I peeked through a half closed lid at Torrent. “On your knees. Now.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.

  “Torrent,” I whined. “Can’t you give me a min-”

  “Now! Don’t make me tell you again.”

  Knowing this was a fight I couldn’t win, I sat back up and scooted off the bed.

  “Drop to your knees, Flower. Your dragon has something he’d like you to sample.”

  Fuck, I loved it when he bossed me around. Something about it just turned me on in the worst way. I sank to my knees in front of him, licking my lips as I came face to face with his perfect cock bobbing in front of me. I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth. To taste him. My dragon.

  I slid my hands up his muscular thighs then moved to wrap my hands around the base of him, but he swatted them away. He placed his fingers under my chin then lifted my gaze to his.

  “Hands behind your back, Ana.”

  I linked my hands just above my ass.

  “Now open wide, and let me take control. You need this.”

  He was right, I did need this. I needed him to remind me that it was ok to let go every now and then, to allow someone else to take charge.

  Torrent slid his fingers from under my chin, along my jawline, and behind my ear, threading them into my hair. He gave a firm tug on the blonde strands, hard enough to let me know he was in complete control. Holding my head still, Torrent guided his cock to my mouth. Using his free hand, he rubbed it along my lips, so smooth and warm.

  “Open.”

  I obeyed and was immediately rewarded. His grip steadied my head as his cock filled my mouth. Torrent grunted as he gave me his hardness with controlled movements, each one going a bit deeper in my mouth. A hint of his salty flavor coated my tongue, making me want for more. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked, making him groan.

  How I loved to make my dragon groan. It gave me such power.

  Torrent’s pace quickened and with one powerful thrust, he breached past my tongue, smacking his cock into the back of my throat. I gagged around his length for a moment before he pulled out, a string of spit still connecting his cock to my lips.

  “So fucking hot, my Ana. Such a good girl.”

  I smiled up at him, drinking up his praise like a sponge while he jerked his cock, using my saliva as a lubricant.

  “Climb on the bed and face the window. Hands and knees.”

  Finally this man was going to fuck me. Torrent offered me his hand and pulled me up off the floor. Before I knew what was happening, he spun me, laid a smack on my ass, and tossed me onto the bed.

  I squealed before landing and quickly assumed the position requested of me.

  “Now that’s a view I will never tire of. Just look at that perfect ass,” Torrent commented as he climbed on the bed behind me. I glanced at him over my shoulder and bit my lip as I wiggled my ass at him.

  A devilish smirk played at his lips before he landed another smack on my ass. I hissed through my teeth while he rubbed out the spot he had just spanked.

  Delicious torture.

  “Spread those legs, Flower. Show me how wet you are.” I groaned and widened my knees. A cool gust of wind blew in from the open window, chilling my pussy, hardening my nipples.

  Torrent rubbed the head of his cock along my crack, wetting it in my own arousal before teasing my opening. My pussy clenched on air as he toyed with me. I rocked my hips back hoping to swallow him up when another spank landed on my sore ass.

  “Oww,” I shouted. “What was that for?”

  “For trying to take control, baby. This is my time. I’m in charge. Not you.”

  How quickly I had forgotten.

  “Hold still.” Torrent spread my pussy lips with his fingers. “So fucking hot. Are you ready for my cock to fill you up, Ana?”

  I nodded my head and glanced back at him again. I watched as he gripped his shaft and lined it up with my opening. Slowly, he penetrated me, holding onto my hips. His pace was agonizing, inch by glorious inch, till I was completely filled.

  Stretched.

  Consumed.

  He sped up his pace, our bodies smacking together loudly with each impact, my tits bounced beneath me, nipples grazing the sheets. I moaned as my pussy clenched around his thickness, a fresh orgasm brewing.

  My third one of the night.

  Damn, Torrent knew how to treat his girl.

  Suddenly, he stopped fucking me and laid a series of kisses up my spine. Torrent wrapped my hair around his hand and yanked. Hard. Pulling me up off the bed, my back against his chest with his cock still inside me. He pulled my head to the side and took my mouth with his. This kiss was passionate. Erotic. All our feelings poured out into a feverish desire as our tongues fought for dominance.

  Torrent’s free hand found my breast and squeezed it before plucking on my nipple. I moaned into his mouth when he started fucking me again. He growled and released my lips as he quickened his pace. I lay my head back against him, giving in to the feeling of him controlling every inch of my body. One of Torrent’s hands worked its way down to my pussy and strummed my aching clit with precision, while his other tweaked my nipple.

  I was undone.

  My orgasm threatened to burst.

  Torrent picked up speed, chasing his own release. My breaths became quick and shallow as I chased my own.

  “Not yet, Flower.”

  I whined as my orgasm threatened. I didn’t know if I could hold back much longer.

  “Wait, Ana.” His tone was forceful.

  I groaned and clenched my eyes and fists as I tried to hold it back. My chest heaved and my clit throbbed, my pussy soaking Torrent’s cock and his fingers.

  “Torrent. I - I -”

  “Now!”

  Screaming in sweet ecstasy, my orgasm took over me. Every inch of my body was on fire as Torrent tweaked my nipple and played with my clit as he filled me with his cum.

  Toe curling bliss.

  Sweet agony.

  I opened my eyes and glanced out the window, as I rode on waves of my orgasm when my eyes locked on a familiar set of fiery orbs.

  Knox.

  4

  Knox

  The girl was going to be the death of me.

  Muttering angrily beneath my breath, I skirted the old tree Stasia and I had used to make a treehouse when we were younger.

  The damn female thoug
ht she could sneak away from me! Me! Her familiar.

  The last thing I wanted to do was traipse through the woods, relying on the glow of our bond for guidance, but she had left me with no other option. I much preferred curling up in my bed - her bed, semantics - and sleeping soundly to the steady rise and fall of her chest. Sometimes, she would pull me to her as she had once done when we were kids. My body would stiffen, my heart pounding beneath my rib cage. Unfortunately for her, I was thinking very non-kidlike thoughts.

  The feel of her body under mine…

  Her ample breasts pressing against my chest with each breath…

  My cock twitched, that damn bastard. I would usually consider myself an expert at hiding my feelings, but my cock was like a damn beacon. It always gave me away.

  I was still muttering inarticulate nonsense beneath my breath when I stopped in front of Stasia’s private cabin, located on the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom.

  My breath left me in a swooping exhale, and my cock jumped against the waistband of my pants.

  Motherfucking shit tits.

  From the tree outside her window, I latched my eyes onto Stasia, her golden hair cascading around her like sunlit silk. Her pale cheeks were rosy, flushed, and a slight sheen of sweat coated her skin.

  And her…

  Yup. I was sporting a raging boner.

  Her perfect breasts, the ones I had only ever dreamt about, were on display. Each breath made them bounce, her perfect, rosy-red nipples beaded. I had the sudden, irrational urge to clamp my mouth around that nub, tasting her. Devouring her.

  God, she was perfect.

  The next thing I noticed was Torrent, that damn motherfucking asshole who had swept in like some kind of prince and stolen my girl. Anger briefly thrummed through my veins, and my hands clenched the nearest tree branch.

  Both for support and to stop me from killing the bastard.

  That anger was swept away in a tsunami of lust. Her eyes, half-lidded as she moaned in pleasure. Those plump lips parting.

  Briefly, I pictured myself overtop of her. Kissing her. Running my hands down the sides of her perfect thighs. Tightening my lips around her nipple, swirling my tongue over the bud.

  I palmed myself through my pants as the vision solidified.

  I would give anything to have her look up at me like that - as if I held the moon and the sun. To whisper my name and tell me she loved me. To have my cock between her lips…

  Glancing up, I catalogued every curve and crevice of her perfect body. I knew this was the only time I would be able to see it, and I needed something to go back to. I would masturbate to this image for the rest of my fucking life.

  My eyes met Torrent’s dark gaze, and my hand faltered momentarily. There was something predatory in his gaze, possessive.

  He glanced away, dismissing me, and pulled Stasia upright, putting her perfect body on display. Torrent began to fuck Stasia in earnest. Each pound of his body caused her breasts to bounce enticingly.

  Anger and lust warred within me. The asshole had tried to act unaffected by my presence, but there was a reason he began to fuck her harder. There was a voracious hunger in his eyes - carnal and primal.

  Maybe, just maybe, I was more of a threat than I’d realized.

  Finally releasing myself from the confines of my pants, I gripped the tip of my rockhard cock. Pre-cum had formed at the tip, and I used it as lubricant.

  Eyes fixed on her perfect body, those delectable tits just begging to be sucked, I worked myself in tandem to her moans. My balls clenched as my hand jerked down the hard length.

  It didn’t even bother me that Torrent - my sworn enemy - was fucking her. If anything, I found it kind of sexy.

  Damn. Maybe I had a secret kink as a voyeur.

  Her back arched as my own orgasm reached the surface.

  Her eyes met mine, a brilliant shade of emerald green, and I couldn’t hold it in a moment longer.

  My orgasm coursed through me like electricity running through my veins. I gasped, continuing to rub myself through the remnants of pleasure.

  And Stasia…

  Her eyes were hooded with lust, wanton need, and desire as she watched me explode. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, but still, she did not look away.

  The air around us seemed charged, the sexual tension almost palpable.

  With great reluctance, I turned away first.

  Now that I knew she was safe, I was content to stay out here until she emerged. Waiting. Watching. Loving. All from afar.

  My mind trickled back to her body exploding under Torrent, a cry of pleasure leaving her swollen lips. Smug, male satisfaction roared within me.

  It wasn’t Torrent’s eyes she had met during her orgasm, and if I had to bet, it wasn’t even him who she was thinking of.

  I began to stroke my cock once more at the thought.

  Round two, anyone?

  5

  Anastasia

  There was no wind.

  Stale air entered my lungs as I breathed deeply. Blighted sunlight illuminated the grassless field I found myself in. There were a few wispy clouds in the sky, but they did little to quell the blistering heat from the sun. Sweat beaded on my forehead and ran down my face in rivulets.

  I stood in front of the treehouse. The same treehouse I had weekly, if not daily, met Torrent at. The splash of color was muted from the sunlight and beginning to peel with age. The distressed wood of the wraparound porch creaked beneath my feet as I took a step closer, peering through one of the windows.

  The rest of the world had disappeared, but this house had remained. My house.

  Our house.

  Surrounding the diminutive tree house was a barren wasteland, not even grass being able to grow. The magnificent trees and shrubbery had long since diminished, if the skeletal dead branches and stumps were any indication.

  “Torrent?” I whispered.

  The inside of the tree house was empty, all of the furniture removed. My heart ached at the place I had called home for the majority of my teenage years. This was the place I had first made love to Torrent. First confessed my love to Torrent.

  My body went up into flames when I remembered the night before. Torrent’s warm body over mine, fucking me earnestly.

  No, not fucking.

  What we did was different than that. As our bodies formed together, our lips meshing and his hand thrumming at my clit, we became one. It wasn’t just Torrent and Anastasia anymore. We were one, in that moment, and in love.

  And Knox…

  The heat and lust in his eyes had been impossible to deny. Mixed with all of that was something akin to love. It emanated from him in palpable waves, suffocating me in its intensity.

  I didn’t want to think about Knox and what that look meant. It would only confuse me more than I already was.

  A part of me recognized this landscape as a dream. The dream. The same dream that assaulted me every time I closed my eyelids.

  “What is this?” I asked, spinning in a circle. “Why are you showing me this?”

  I didn’t expect anyone to answer, so you could imagine my surprise when a figure stepped around the corner.

  Bright light engulfed her, making her features indecipherable. I shielded my eyes against the blinding glare, cursing softly beneath my breath.

  In a musical voice, the figure said, “The world is going to end.”

  It felt like a warning and a promise. A decree and a threat.

  The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I instinctively took a step backwards. There was a sort of ethereal, otherworldly quality about her - and I deduced it was a her by her voice and slender frame, even with the bright light obscuring her features from view.

  “Who are you?” I whispered tersely.

  If I could see her, I imagined she would be smiling.

  “Save the world, Anastasia. Only you can stop this.”

  Her form flickered once before disappearing from view. In her place were two bodies.


  Knox and Torrent.

  Their unseeing eyes stared at something over my shoulder. Blood coated their skin, matted their hair to their scalps. Dead.

  They were dead.

  With a sob, I sunk to my knees.

  Not again…

  “Wake up,” I whispered to myself, pinching the sensitive skin of my arm. When I remained in the dream landscape, staring at the bodies of the two men I loved, I raked my fingernails harder across my flesh. “WAKE UP!”

  With a gasp, I jolted upright in bed, Torrent’s arm still around me. My breathing erratic, I desperately gripped at his arm, holding him to me. Holding him closer.

  “Baby,” he murmured sleepily. He brushed his lips against my temple, his morning wood digging into my side. “Another bad dream?”

  Shaking, all I managed to do was nod. My emotions felt too raw, a wound that hadn’t begun to scab yet. I knew that if I spoke, I wouldn’t be able to stop the onslaught of tears. If there was one thing Torrent hated, it was my tears.

  “It’s okay,” Torrent whispered soothingly. He was always able to read me, even when I struggled to read myself. “I’m here. You’re okay.”

  I turned in his arms, lightly rubbing my thumb around his pert nipple. Goosebumps erupted on his flesh wherever I touched. If I wasn’t so wound up, I might’ve relished in the effect I had on him. It made me feel empowered to have a man as strong and as calm as Torrent unraveling under my touch.

  “Do you think…?” I trailed off, unable to articulate my question. Torrent waited, forever patient. “Do you think my dreams could be true?”

  “Your dreams?” he asked. “Are you asking me if I believe the world is going to end?” I had to give him credit; there was nothing but understanding in his voice. If the situation was reversed, I would’ve looked at him like he was crazy.

  “I mean…” I growled low in my throat, removing my hand from his nipple and flopping onto my back. “I don’t know what I mean. Why would I see visions of the end of the world? Why me, of all people?”

  “Because you’re special,” Torrent said, chasing the distance I had attempted to put between us. He settled his arm back around me, one hand instinctively groping my breast.