Soulless (A Zombie Erotic Romance) (6 page)

I felt so emotional and stunted, like
I was some shriveled plant begging a gardener to water me. Except I
wasn't a nice plant like a rose bush, nor a useful plant like a
tomato vine. I wasn't even common grass. I was some hideous weed
that everyone wanted to get rid of, to toss out, except if you
didn't do it properly I'd just grow back and piss you off even
more. I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to annoy anyone and
continue growing where I didn't belong, but I didn't have any other
choice, either.

"It's probably been a long day for
you, huh?" Evan asked. "You're probably tired."

This was it. He was going to pluck me
up and toss me out, make some excuse for me to go to bed and then
leave me alone.

"I'm not too tired," I said, praying I
didn't sound desperate. I knew I did, but I didn't want
to.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

I wished I was. "I ate
yesterday."

"Ah. Right."

"My bedroom's over here," I said.
"I'll probably lay down for a little while. I'm sure I'll feel
better when I get up."

A lie, of course. He probably knew
that, but I offered him the escape anyways. There wasn't anything
wrong with leaving while I slept, since that's what most people
did. An easy out, a way for him to go, and that was that. I
stumbled towards the bedroom, feeling the remnants of his
touch--his heat--fading away from me.

He didn't follow me like I knew he
wouldn't. Down the hallway off to the side of the living room, past
the stairs to the second floor, then into the master bedroom. I
stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Shambling towards the
bed, only a few feet more, I fell onto it. My face hit the
blanket-covered mattress and I bounced up and down once before
settling into place.

I closed my eyes. Maybe I should sleep
like this? Why not? Who cared? When I woke up, I'd be dizzy and
disoriented, unsure what was going on, so it hardly mattered.
Sometimes it took me an hour to push away the haze and realize
somewhat about where I was and what had happened, though other
times it came faster.

The bedroom door opened, then clicked
shut, and footsteps approached me while I stared at the
blankets.

"What," I said, voice muffled by
fleece.

"I'm kind of tired, myself," Evan
said. "I didn't want to intrude in the rest of the house, so I
thought I'd come in here. If you don't mind lending me a pillow,
maybe I could sleep on your floor? A blanket would be nice, but I
don't need one."

I spun around fast, laying on my back,
and lifted my head up to look at him. "What?"

"I can leave if--"

"No, it's alright. You don't have to
sleep on the floor. It's a big bed. I don't know if there's anymore
blankets, so we can share one." My eyes darted towards the closed
closet by the bedroom door where there were shelves filled with
blankets.

Evan laughed. "If that's alright. I
don't want to bother you."

"It's not a bother," I said, sitting
up. I felt colder now, but the prospect of his warm body beneath
the blanket with me gave me hope and promise of feeling nicer
soon.

"I..."

"Yes?" I asked, shifting around the
bed, fixing things, making it look nice and presentable. I turned
down one corner and patted that side, beckoning Evan
over.

"I don't want to sound perverted," he
said. "I was thinking, though. If you're alright with it, maybe we
could sleep naked?"

I blinked. "Um?"

Flustered, he let out a laugh and
scratched his head. "Yeah... that came out wrong. I meant that,
well, you like the feeling of warmth, right? I'm not trying to
pressure or coerce you into this, and I swear I'll be a gentleman,
but like I mentioned, I used to be an EMT, and it's a common
survival tactic for people trapped in cold weather. I'm sure you're
fine, but I thought it might help. We don't have to if you don't
want to."

"Alright," I said. Shimmying to the
edge of the bed, I grabbed the skirt of my dress and started
lifting it up my legs.

"Alright what?" Evan asked.

The dress slid up my body, past my
stomach, and I grabbed the sides and lifted it up the rest of the
way off. Sitting on the bed in my bra and panties, I looked at
him.

"We can do what you said," I said,
pulling off my shoes and socks.

"Oh."

I scooted under the bed, hiding
beneath the blankets, then pulled off my panties and unclasped my
bra. I tossed both undergarments onto the floor with my
dress.

Evan stood stockstill, staring at
me.

"What?" I asked.

He laughed. "Oh. Right. I hope I
didn't come across as odd, that's all."

"No." I shook my head. I didn't want
to say more because I didn't want to scare him off.

Evan began undressing. I watched him,
savoring it. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt and then slipped
his arms out of the sleeves. Letting his shirt fall to the ground,
he started unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning and unzipping his
pants, he let them fall to his ankles, too. He kicked his shoes off
and stepped out of his pants.

It wasn't exactly the most erotic
thing, but I couldn't stop looking at him. He stood in the middle
of my bedroom near the foot of my bed wearing only his boxers.
Slightly tented in the front, I saw a faint glimpse of his
half-erect cock peeking through the slit in the front of his
underwear.

Ignoring me, or not noticing me ogling
him, Evan rushed to the other side of the bed, lifted up the
blankets, and slipped under. Mesmerized, I watched his cock bounce
beneath his underwear as he ran over.

He fidgeted under the blankets until
he managed to remove his boxers, then tossed them off to the
side.

"How do you want to do this?" he
asked.

I laughed. "I don't know. I thought
you were the professional."

I turned to look at him and he
shrugged, relaxing. "Right," he said. "I think the best way is to
spoon. So just--"

I inched towards him beneath the
covers and he came to meet me halfway. Huddled under the blankets
in the middle of the bed, we joined together in some awkward
display of fidgeting and fixing this, figuring things out, moving
here and there.

I faced away from him and he slowly
approached me. His hand touched my hip. I let out a gasp at the
heat of it.

"I'll go slow," he said.

Gently, carefully, we came together.
Evan pressed towards me, easing me into the sensation of warmth
infringing upon my previously cool exterior. His hand touched my
back, igniting sparks on my skin. I arched towards him, biting my
lower lip. I doubted he had this in mind when he'd suggested we do
this, but I couldn't help it.

Evan's chest pressed against my back.
Slow at first, barely grazing my skin, soothing and nice, then
moving more until we lay tight together. His hand on my hip moved
forwards, unsure, until he touched against my taut stomach. I
breathed in sharply, exhilarated at his warmth, but not wanting to
tell him for fear he'd run away from me.

What would I say, anyways?
Oh, yes, I really like this. I mean I
really
like it. I'd already said
enough to scared him off, but he stayed, and I refused to risk it
by saying more needless things.

Evan wrapped one leg around mine,
holding me close. He seemed careful and delicate, not wanting to
push this over the edge towards obvious impoliteness. I understood
and I tried to act the same, but it was difficult.

It wasn't difficult because of his
chest pressed against my back or his hand touching my side and
holding my stomach. Nor was it difficult because of his chin near
my shoulders or his leg tangled with mine.

No, none of that. His cock was still
semi-hard and no matter how much he tried to inch the center of his
body away from me, I could feel the heat of it touching against my
butt.

"What's wrong?" I asked, even though I
knew exactly what was wrong. I twisted in his arms, looking over my
shoulder at him.

"Sorry," Evan said, giving me a
sheepish grin. "I swear I'm not trying to come on to you here. Down
there. You know? It'll die down. Just a natural reaction. I'm
really sorry about that."

"It's alright," I said. I pushed back
against him, reveling in the fire of his body.

He didn't move away this time, didn't
try to escape from me. We'd gotten over that, it seemed. It would
die down, a natural reaction.

I didn't want it to die down,
though.

"Where do you live?" I
asked.

Evan breathed hard against my neck,
distracted. "There's a survivor's camp on the other side of the
city. I live there with some others. It's mostly a bunch of tents,
but we've got all the necessities."

"Is that your long term plan?" I
asked. "Is anyone planning something else?"

"Well..."

I shifted beneath the blankets. My
hips wiggled back against his hardening cock, teasing against it.
Careful, slow, I spread my legs slightly, shifting back further and
further. The heat from his cock brushed against the bottom curves
of my ass and inwards towards the center of my thighs.

Evan gulped, having said nothing more
than "Well..." once I started moving. "We're... we're settling down
for the long haul," he said. "I'm not sure what the plans are after
that. I'm studying, of course, and we're stocking up supplies. Once
winter comes it'll be rough, but maybe we can find someplace to
stay that's safe. We have a few more months until that,
though."

"Evan?" I asked.

"Yes, Sadie?"

"Do you like me?"

I sidled backwards, sneaking around
until the head of his cock touched lightly against the lips of my
pussy. Shifting just a tiny bit more, I angled him and I so that
one slight movement would bring us together fully.

"Sadie..." he said, at a loss for
words.

"I know that this is wrong," I said.
"I really do. I shouldn't put you into this situation. I'm... I
know that you'll deny it, but I know what I am, Evan. Even if I
have a pulse, I'm not normal. I'm inhuman."

Evan pushed forward, rolling his hips.
The head of his cock disappeared into my cool slit. Cool before,
but not for long. A raging inferno flared through my body, stimying
my cold and replacing it with warm, lush arousal.

"Evan," I whispered, frantic. "You
don't have to. It was silly of me. We shouldn't do
this."

He pressed his lips against the nape
of my neck, lighting me ablaze with his touch. I let out a cry and
my body tensed tight, desperate for his heat.

"I want to," he said. "You're
beautiful, Sadie."

I nodded my head up and down, unsure
why I was even nodding. He'd said something, yes, and I loved
hearing it, but I became mindless once more when he pressed further
inside of me. His cock dipped between my folds, pushing into my
pussy, further and further still until I felt the wondrous feeling
of his pelvis held tight against my rear. He was all the way inside
of me, deep.

I shivered in delight and he held me
close to him. His lips kissed along my neck and my shoulders and
his hand gently caressed my stomach. His leg wrapped around mine,
entwined, pulling me closer to him and he pressed inside of me
more, filling me as much as he could.

"I was worried," Evan said.

"Why?" I asked, gasping out the
word.

"I don't usually do this," he said. "I
like you, Sadie, but I don't have casual sex. I..."

"I'm sorry Evan but I can't think
right now."

He laughed. "Alright."

I would've been completely content if
he just stayed inside of me. He didn't need to move or do anything
in particular to make me happy. He did, though. Easing himself out
of me, his thick warmth heating my core, he settled the head of his
cock at the entrance to my slit, then pushed right back in. A
piston of fire, melting me inside and out. I tensed against him,
squeezing my thighs shut, my inner walls clamping down tight on his
cock.

Evan kissed me and held me and made
love to me. His throbbing cock teased me into a heightened
awareness of myself and my body. Everywhere he touched, inside of
me or out, he left light tingles across my skin. I closed my eyes
and focused on our intimacy.

Like small fireworks being set off
inside me, his heat flared to the forefront of my thoughts.
Crackling sparks shifted around me in my mind and I felt like we
might ignite the bed and burst into flames if we continued. The bed
didn't catch fire, but right then I doubted I would have cared if
it did.

"Sadie," Evan said, his voice thick
and heavy.

"Mm," I murred.

"I'm going to soon. I... you feel so
good."

"It's alright," I said, feeling glassy
and soft. "It's alright."

His very essence filled me, his soul,
like a hearth, warming his body. He warmed me, too, built me up,
made me feel wanted.