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

by L. A. Boruff

  “Cigarettes,” she says.

  Xander makes a tsking sound. “I always told him those cancer sticks would kill him.”

  Sophie lets out a strained laugh. The fact that she always laughs at our bad jokes is one of the many reasons I love her.

  Ah hell. How can I live without this woman? My throat goes tight as I fight back tears.

  Xander sits down next to her on the sofa. “So I guess spending your last night in my arms is out of the question?”

  I glare at him. “Back off, X-lax.”

  She laughs again. This one sounds more natural. “Well, since it’s my last night and all, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be with you and Jack…” She looks up at me briefly.

  “Like us two together?” asks Xander, an expression of surprise on his face.

  “Yes.” She flushes.

  She wants a threesome? I look over at Xander. The two of us have a reputation for sharing women, but I never dreamed we’d share Sophie.

  He gives a slight nod of his head to tell me he’s game.

  Despite the situation being somber as shit, I can’t help the thrill that shoots up my spine. Fuck Tore. We’ll make her last night unforgettable and then in the morning… I swallow hard. Not thinking about that now.

  She wipes her tears and opens her mouth to say something else, but I’ve heard enough. I march over to her, lean down, and kiss her full on the mouth.

  Xander scoots up next to her and kisses her shoulder.

  Sophie’s luscious pink mouth falls open. “Guys, I —”

  “No more talking,” I tell her as I reach down and start to tug off the shirt she’s wearing. “It’s time for loving. We’re going to show you that two men are better than one.”

  6

  Sophie

  Jack’s sinful words wash away my sadness. My core, slightly tender from the encounter with Tore, throbs with renewed excitement. When I’d first heard tales of Xander’s and Jack’s threesomes in high school, I’d secretly wondered what it would be like to be the focus of their passions. And now it can actually happen.

  My face warms. Who would’ve thought I’d turn into a nympho? My first time with Tore was amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I’d tried to initiate another round of lovemaking. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seemed interested in a repeat and after zipping up his jeans, he’d all but run out of the office.

  Stung by Tore’s abrupt vanishing act, I figured there was nothing else for me to do but clean up and find a nice, quiet place to kill myself. Now I’m getting the chance to have even kinkier sex. Giddiness bubbles inside me. Maybe I’ll go to hell for how I’m spending my last hours on earth, but the temptation of actually living out my darkest fantasies has me raising my hands to help Jack undress me.

  Jack yanks my shirt off and tosses it into the corner of the room. The action showcases the incredible definition of his arm and chest muscles visible through his wet T-shirt. Then he turns and looks at me. “You’re beautiful, Sophie.”

  “A goddess,” adds Xander, who gives me a wolfish grin.

  Jack leans over and kisses me again.

  Savoring the tang of tequila on his lips, I give myself over to the erotic dance of his tongue. Jack kisses like a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.

  Awash in desire, I lean back as Jack nibbles his way down my neck and chest.

  He stops at my breasts and flicks his tongue over my nipples.

  It feels so good. Wet heat blooms between my legs. After my time with Tore, I know what comes next and I can’t wait. My fingers tangle in Jack’s curly blond hair, pressing him closer against me.

  “Don’t forget about me, sunflower.” Pushing Jack out of the way, Xander cups my face in his hands and gives me the most erotic kiss of my life. His tongue and lips leave me dizzy and gasping for breath.

  “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I pant, breaking away from him.

  Xander flashes me an enigmatic smile, his jet-black eyes giving nothing away. He nibbles the bottom of my earlobe, sending a shiver through me. “Just think of what I'll do to your pussy.” He slides to his knees and parts my thighs.

  Realizing his intent, I quiver in excitement. I’ve always wondered what this would be like.

  Jack, not content to sit and watch, slides his hand between my legs.

  I moan brokenly as his fingers unravel me one delicious stroke at a time.

  Xander scowls up at Jack. “Hey!”

  “Just warming her up for you, bro.”

  “I need no warm-up.” Xander pushes Jack’s hand away. The sleek, dark-haired man looks so wickedly handsome kneeling between my legs. The scruff of his goatee scrapes my inner thigh.

  I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips. “That tickles.”

  “This won’t.” He winks and blows a hot breath across my damp flesh.

  Wow. Bolts of lust curl low in my belly.

  Xander blows another breath directly over my clit.

  “Oh!” I cry. The musky scent of my arousal mixes with the guys’ fresh rain scent.

  Xander pushes my thighs even farther apart. “I’m going to make you scream, sunflower.”

  Scream? The memory of Kevin’s scream makes me jerk upright and scoot back on the couch. “You shouldn’t do this. I’m infected, remember?”

  Xander clenches his jaw in that stubborn way of his. “Everyone knows the infected aren’t contagious until they reanimate.”

  That’s news to me. “Really?”

  Xander nods. “But even if that weren’t the case, being with you would be worth it.”

  “So worth it,” Jack echoes.

  They are both staring at me with such adoration. Tears fill my eyes. How could I have missed this? I must’ve been hiding under a rock not to see their feelings for me.

  “No crying.” Jack runs his hand gently down my cheek. “It’s time for loving, remember?”

  Before I can formulate a reply, Xander licks his way up my inner thigh and claims my hot, needy flesh.

  Oh my! The sensation of his mouth on me is indescribable. He licks and sucks me straight into an orgasm. I can’t even catch my breath, because he pierces me with his tongue over and over—using it like a cock.

  As I let out a keening noise, Jack reaches his hand between my legs again and finds my clit.

  Xander’s tongue.

  Jack’s fingers.

  It’s too much.

  Crying out, I grab the only thing I can hold on to—Jack.

  The big guy kisses me, swallowing each of my screams as he and his friend work me into a soul-splintering orgasm.

  As soon as the aftershocks ebb, I sprawl back against the couch cushions feeling shattered. “Wow, I might need a nap after that.”

  Jack gathers me into his arms. “None of that. We’re just getting started, honey.”

  “Yeah, you’ve seen nothing yet,” adds Xander, wiping away the traces of me from his mouth. He stands and yanks off his black hoodie, baring the lean muscles of his chest. Then he reaches for the buttons of his dark cargo pants.

  “Wait!” I push myself off Jack and approach Xander. “I want to touch you.”

  Xander stands still as I walk in a circle around him and run my hands down his body. The tips of my breasts graze his chest as I lean over to trace one of his flat, brown nipples. I lick one, then the other. Feeling his body tremble, I draw one into my mouth and suckle it the way he suckled my clit.

  He bites back a moan.

  I gently stroke the puckered flesh of a scar courtesy of his BMX racing days. We’d all been so glad when he’d given up racing. I bend my head and trace the scar with my tongue, wringing another moan from his lips. Logan never let me play like this. He never let me touch him or taste him. I wonder what Xander tastes like.

  I run my fingers down his hard abs, watching how they flex under my fingers.

  My eyes lock with Xander’s as I slowly undo the last two buttons of his pants.

  He peels them down his hips and kicks t
hem off, his erection springing free. He’s hard and ready. His cock is a tad longer and slightly thinner than Tore’s. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.

  I reach out and touch him.

  Xander lets out a guttural sound. His engorged cock pulses in my hand, growing even larger.

  Another groan pierces the air.

  I twist around to see Jack sitting naked on the sofa. He’s watching Xander and me with a heated gaze. His muscles bunch and flex as he strokes himself.

  That’s so hot. I can’t wait to touch Jack the way I’m touching Xander. I look between the two men.

  For a fleeting minute guilt stabs me in the chest. How can I be doing this? First Tore. Now both Jack and Xander.

  “That feels so good, sunflower.” Xander thrusts against my palm bringing my attention back to him. “Don’t stop.”

  I don’t want to stop. My eyes fall on the bandage on my arm. I have only hours to live. Do I want to die before experiencing this?

  There’s only one answer. Hell no. I want to know everything. I want to do everything. Pushing all my reservations aside, I slide my hand up and down Xander’s cock trying to mimic how Jack is touching himself.

  Fluid beads on the smooth purple tip of Xander’s cock. Reacting on pure instinct, I lick it off with a flick of my tongue.

  Xander takes a swift intake of breath. He swells even more in my hands.

  The salty-sweet taste of his cum intrigues me.

  He lets out another ragged moan.

  I position my mouth over his shaft and look up at him through my eyelashes. “It’s my turn to make you scream, Xander.”

  7

  Xander

  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Sophie Ann Becker would ever be kneeling in front of me, her lush mouth inches from my mushroom tip.

  Her beautiful blue eyes are filled with mischief as she looks up at me. “Is that okay with you, Xander?”

  Holy fuck-balls, yeah. I nod, too afraid of saying something that would bring her to her senses. And then those pink lips that I’ve fantasized about for so long are wrapping around me. Hot. Wet. Perfect.

  The first lap of her tongue almost does me in. Nothing has ever compared to this. To her.

  When I’d first transferred to Saguaro Valley Elementary School, I’d been a sad, lonely shitstain of a kid. I felt like an outsider until Sophie took me under her wing, sitting next to me at lunch and PE. I fell hard for her then and my crush only worsened when she’d kissed me during a spin the bottle game in sixth grade. While the chickenshit that I was worked up the courage to ask her to the school dance in seventh grade, Logan happened. Then I had to settle for being stuck in the friend zone all these years. It was a bitter pill for me to swallow. And for Jack who almost had it as bad as me. Almost.

  The long line of lovers we’d taken had never filled the void she’d left though. None of them reached me like she did with a small touch, a hug, a smile—holy shit.

  She licks a spot underneath the tip of my shaft.

  I can’t help but throw my head back and hiss like some fucking cobra.

  Then she starts moving me in and out of her mouth. Slow at first. Then faster.

  My balls tighten like fists and I desperately fight to keep from coming. Sliding my hands into her silky soft blond hair, I gently grip the back of her head—forcing her to slow down.

  She looks up at me, confusion in her incredible eyes.

  “I want it to last,” I tell her. I need it to last forever because I can’t face what will happen after. I can’t face losing her. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it have been me or my man mountain of a best friend?

  I glance over at Jack.

  He’s furiously working his fuck-stick, giving me this time with her. But I can tell he wants to be part of it. He’s waiting for me to give the word. Since initially deciding we never wanted to be in a he-said-she-said scenario back in high school, we’ve often shared women. I’ve never had a problem with it. Until now.

  A dark part of me wants to keep Sophie all for myself, but that would be a dick move. Gritting my teeth, I motion Jack over with my free hand.

  With an ecstatic grin, Jack jumps up and approaches us with way more stealth than a guy his size should have. Sophie seems completely unaware of him as he goes to his big hairy knees behind her.

  She jumps in surprise when he grips her hip and slides his hand between her legs. Her eyes roll back as he strokes her creamy wet pussy.

  I feel her body go rigid, and then she’s coming again with a muffled sob.

  She looks fucking magnificent with her thighs spread, her back arched like a bow, and her kick-ass tits shaking.

  I feel myself swelling in her mouth.

  Her top teeth graze the top of my dick, but she makes it all better by sucking me down her throat.

  “Can I?” Jack asks, positioning his cock at her entrance.

  She answers by moaning against my dick and opening her thighs even wider.

  Murmuring what sounds like a prayer of thanks, Jack slowly enters her. Sweat dots his forehead. He’s clearly trying hard to hold back and not thrust balls-deep into her.

  Sophie grabs my legs for support and lets out a low moan. The vibration shoots straight up my root. Fuck!

  “Okay?” Jack asks through gritted teeth.

  She nods, or tries to with my dick in her mouth.

  Jack’s expression is almost euphoric as he slowly pumps in and out of her. We’ve done this dance so many times with so many women, but none of them were Sophie. For the first time in our sexual history together, I envy the shit out of Jack. I long to be the first one inside her, but then again I’m the first to have her mouth. It’s a fucking amazing mouth.

  As Jack sets up a steady rhythm, her baseball-size breasts shake hypnotically.

  I reach down and pinch her nipples, loving the gasp she lets out. She’s so responsive and wild. She’s everything I’ve ever imagined her to be.

  Her blue eyes darken as she rocks against Jack’s cock, taking everything he’s giving her.

  The big guy’s control snaps and he’s slamming into her hard and fast.

  She takes me along for the ride, working my dick like a melting popsicle.

  Damn. Doesn’t she have a gag reflex? Sweat runs down my face as intense pressure builds in my balls. I can’t hold out much longer.

  Jack howls her name and thrusts wildly into her one last time. Seeing him cum inside her shoves me over the edge.

  With a shout, I explode into her tight wet mouth. Unable to help myself, I grip her head tight forcing her to swallow me down.

  And she does. Every last drop.

  Asking her to forgive me for being a selfish bastard, I let go of her now-tangled hair. Swaying unsteadily I collapse back on my ass.

  She smiles and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “That was amazing.”

  “You were amazing.” I lean over and kiss her swollen lips.

  We are forced to break apart when Jack wraps his freakishly huge linebacker arms around us and crushes us against his chest. “This is the best moment of my life. I love you guys.”

  I pound on his back. “Hey! We need to breathe, buddy.”

  He loosens his embrace enough for me to notice that Sophie’s shoulders are shaking. At first I think she’s laughing, then I notice the tears streaming from her eyes. She’s crying again. Ah, hell.

  Jack’s eyes fill with sadness. “It’s okay, honey.”

  But it’s not okay. It’ll never be okay. The woman we love is dying and there’s nothing we can do about it. My eyes burn and I fight like mad not to break down.

  Sophie pushes us away. “I’m sorry, guys. I don’t want to ruin our moment. It’s just that we finally got together and now we have to say goodbye.”

  “Maybe we don’t have to.” I look at Jack. We’ve been friends so long he can all but read my mind.

  He locks his jaw and gives a curt nod. He’s with me on this like I knew he would be.

  I
snag my cargo pants off the floor and fish a pill bottle out of one of the pockets.

  “What are those?” Sophie asks with a sniff.

  “Pain pills.” A supply run at a pharmacy a few months back had been a veritable gold mine. Although I’d avoided drugs prior to the apocalypse, I’m not above bartering pills or anything else to ensure Sophie had all the comforts she needed. My pills are the only reason she’s staying in the corner office, always gets her rations first, and has clean clothes to wear not that she ever needs to know that.

  Jack snags the bottle out of my hand and opens it. “Are there enough?”

  “There has to be.” It’s my last bottle.

  Jack pours the pills onto the floor and divides them into three even piles.

  I start to tell him that he’ll need more pills than us, but Sophie interrupts me.

  “You’re not killing yourselves. No. That’s not happening.” Her face is flushed and her eyes frantic.

  I grab her before she can swat away the pile of pills. “Shh. Calm down. All we’re going to do is take some pills and go to sleep together.”

  Jack looks up at her. “We want to be with you, Sophie. Friends to the end, remember?”

  Hearing the old saying we used to recite to each other back in elementary school makes my chest tight. “Friends to the end.”

  Sophie chokes on her sob, but I can see she’s accepted it. “I-It won’t hurt, will it?”

  I push back a lock of blond hair that’s sticking to her tearstained face. “Not at all.”

  “Wait.” She stiffens in my arms. “We can’t do it here. I’ll turn into a zombie when I die.” She lifts up her bare arm. The bandage must’ve fallen off during our sexcapades.

  No way! “Holy fuck-balls.” I grab her arm. “Is this where Kevin bit you?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  I peer down at the teeth marks on her forearm. Over the past three months I’d seen dozens of similar zombie bites, but they all showed immediate signs of the Z-virus. I turned her arm over, inspecting her tanned skin. “You were bitten hours ago, right?”

  Sophie nods.