Undead Fleshcrave: The Zombie Trigger (33 page)

She leaned forward, perching over and inside the shower vestibule to switch on the taps and her wonderful oscillating buttocks poked out perkily. Even in her skirt, not yet shucked off, the posture she’d chosen, whether innocent or intentional, created havoc in the nether regions of Seth. Suddenly hard and erect down there, it felt as though his jeans had grown impossibly small for him in a rush. That feeling only increased immeasurably as she wriggled out of the skirt in one fluid motion, then reached hands up to unclasp her bra at the back, letting it drop away from her breasts. Firm, full, and with nipples that stood out as stiffly as Seth's ’erect penis felt right now, they were free, visible, and stunning.

So too was the lower portion of her, the only other piece of clothing still clinging to her body a tiny thong that matched her bra. He gazed in hypnotic thrall at what he could see of her virtually naked ass until she swivelled around to face him, her breasts aiming directly at him, no shame displayed there, no urge to cover up.

“What are you waiting for?” She wanted to know, stabbing a pointed finger at him, the fact that he remained dressed. “Come on now.”

Seth had no idea why he was waiting, well, there was the obvious object down below the beltline which would be protruding out like a weapon as soon as he dispensed with his lower body clothing, but there would be no hiding that. More to the point, why would he want to be hiding it? She wasn’t hiding a thing from him.

“Well, when you get around to it, finally, I’ll be in there,” she told him and the mischief slithering blatantly across her visage told him all he needed to know.

She stepped inside the shower cubicle, obscured now behind frosted steamy glass. A small black piece of fabric came flying over the top to land on the tiled floor, mere inches from where he stood. Her thong. Removed. Leaving her gloriously naked there in the hot spray of the shower.

Seth almost fell on his ass, hopping around, grappling with his boots, struggling with his jacket, trying to take everything off at once and failing just about everything.

In due course he stripped down to bare essentials and as his boxers finally came off, silk sliding down his legs and away, he stood naked on the tiles. He paused there for a brief second, noticing his reflection in a mirror that was fast fogging up with the steam radiating from the shower and saw enough to see his erect penis jutting out proudly and conspicuously. It wasn’t about to diminish any time soon, so, taking a long shaky breath, he padded across the tiles and opened up the door, stepping into the cubicle behind Scarlett.

Her back was to him while water sluiced down over her and he gazed in rapture at the bare globes of her ass, the long black hair streaming down her back, sending rivulets of water down the skin of her back and onto those shapely mounds, running down the smooth planes of her thighs.

One of the questions he’d been meaning to ask her prior to the Biblebasher duo crashing their private party stuck in his head now and it spilled out in a choppy query.

“You aren’t…Black’s girl are you?”

“Don’t you think that’s something you should have considered asking before you got into the shower with me?” She said, a hint of amusement in her tone.

“Well…I meant to. Earlier. Meant to ask a lot of things, just didn’t get the opportunity.”

“Fair enough. And no, I’m not. I’m not involved with anybody, not any of those guys and nobody else.”

She held a loofah, soapy with a white foam of bubbles, back over her shoulder.

“Scrub my back, would you?”

Seth took the proffered item, trickles of froth spilling over his hand and almost dropped it into the swirling eddies of water washing around their feet. He managed to cling onto it, and then, as she swept a hand back and lifted the black waves of her hair up, he began to do as she commanded.

“And what about you, Seth?” She wanted to know. “You don’t feel any sort of betrayal to Julietta, anything like that, in being here where you are right now?”

“No,” he said simply, and he didn’t. “She is gone. In all honesty, she was gone before she…died. She called curtains on everything she had with me and I know that now. I didn’t at the time, didn’t realise until much later. Until she was dead. And then it was too late. She’s gone and there’s no changing that. But I don’t think I’m betraying her memory or anything like that when she made sure there was no us before she vanished.”

“I could have told you that,” she responded, a gentle edge to her voice. “Had to let you realise it yourself though.”

***

Though the pair of them were naked together under the powerful comfort of the steaming hot spray of the shower and Seth’s arousal was blatantly obvious, nothing like the activities carried out by Heather and Tempest occurred there.

“Shower, Seth,” Scarlett berated gently when at last she’d turned to face him. “I came in here to shower.”

Though she too returned the favour of soaping his back and so forth, there was nothing overtly sexual in anything she did, bar, of course, the fact that she was stunningly naked with him, her form exquisite and wet. She showered, she washed her hair, she did nothing more than he imagined she would have done had she been alone in the cubicle, and he had to do the same, trying to make a conscious effort to will his erection to deflate. It stubbornly refused to, though in reality, he hadn’t expected it to. Her close proximity, her nudity, her scent, the look of her, everything about her fired his desire for her into an inexorable force, but with her stern words in his ears he couldn’t do much about that.

Disappointment burnt a searing path through him, hotter than any straight burn of alcohol slugged from his secret flask. It kicked a massive gaping hole in his chest, more comprehensively than the bitter feelings of earlier on had done.

However, after they’d both towelled off, drying vigourously with the fluffy purple towels in a room so filled up with steam that visibility was on a par with being trapped in a snowy blizzard, Scarlett scooped up her discarded clothing from the floor, but did not put it back on.

‘Of course, why would she?’
Seth told himself dejectedly.
‘She’ll be wanting a fresh outfit. To either go to bed or do whatever she plans to do now…’

Being unable to see her too well through the swirling fog of steam hadn’t dissipated his erection any, it stood as hard and throbbing as ever as he dried himself, the simple fact that he was aware she was right there mere feet from him, still gloriously naked and in the process of rubbing that splendid body with the luxuriant towel.

Then she wrapped the towel about her body, snug around her breasts, draping down just beyond the curved bottom of her ass and cracked open the bathroom door. Steam escaped from the sauna-like atmosphere in a mist that wafted out and dispersed, and then she opened it wide enough for both to see nobody else had yet returned. Or, if they had, they weren’t immediately visible. Regardless, Seth swathed his own towel around his lower half, though it looked ludicrous, tenting out at the front as if he had a broomstick held up between his legs.

He wandered out after her, his own bundle of clothes and his boots snared in one hand and as he exited the bathroom, Scarlett reached out and took hold of his free hand. She then proceeded to lead him into one of the available bedrooms, all of them presumably still vacant, unless some of the others had managed to sneak in without a sign.

The heart palpitations kicked up inside his chest once more, the disappointment that overcame him in the shower melting away as a blast of excitement and anticipation buffeted him. As she’d done with the bathroom, she pulled the door firmly closed and the light from the lounge room vanished, shrouding the bedroom in shadows. There were bedside lamps on either side of the giant four poster construction resting atop nightstands, along with a couple on the walls, and their soft mysterious lighting cast an entrancing glow over the scene.

Under that muted illumination, Scarlett dispensed with her towel, letting it drop to the soft pliant carpet underfoot, revealing her gorgeous naked body once more and this time Seth knew she wasn’t here just to stand there and display her nude body. Her bundle of clothes fell away from her hand as well, thumping with a soft sound on the floor and Seth mirrored her actions, barely acknowledging the little stab of pain that shot up his leg as he dropped his boots right on top of his bare feet.

The thumping music from the bar began to curl through his mind again as he stood there in a state of mesmerised rapture, though it wasn’t exactly the same song that was playing upon his entry, but rather, one similar, from the same album.

‘You Put A Hex On Me’
.

Wholly appropriate for the situation right here and now. She was stunning in her nudity, her long stygian wet locks trailing droplets of water down over her prominent breasts, rolling in beads and trickling off her erect nipples, but for now he was captivated by her eyes. He gazed deep into them and then she reached out with both hands and automatically he lifted his to clasp them, still keeping her eyes locked on his, entrancing him—
putting a hex on him―
she backed towards the purple canopy encircled four poster bed in the centre of the light softened room.

All of his misgivings, resentment, and disappointment from nothing eventuating in the hot blast of the shared shower were long gone, eradicated, swallowed up by an enormous swell of pure desire, soundtracked in his head by industrial metal music.

Only once she felt the silken touch of the canopy brush lightly against the bare sloping curves of her buttocks did Scarlett release his hands and turn around towards the bed. Seth took in a fine appraisal of the rear view, relishing the smooth plane of her back, at least what was visible of it and not covered in the midnight waves of her wet hair. The slim line of her waist and the way her buttocks curved outwards with perfect shape, the unblemished tone of her skin.

He couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, and gave in to the overpowering temptation to do so, placing both hands on her hips and sliding them gently upwards, tracing the line of her body up. Her hands captured his, but not to prevent him from further explorations, they traversed her body with his, coming up to clasp her firm, full breasts. She tilted her head back and her damp hair pressed with a thrilling chill against the skin of his chest, and at last they kissed, mouths meeting, locking, and engaging.

She leaned back into him and the whole of her body was compressed against his, her inviting ass thrust against his throbbing groin, his erection snug between her buttocks. For a little while, they remained in that clinch, kissing, wrestling with their tongues, before she eventually broke it, swivelled around in his arms, and sank backwards in amongst the purple drapery. She pulled him with her and he gladly followed, the bed feeling like it was awash in a sea of black and purple covers and quilts, cool silk against his knees. He imagined how it must have felt against her naked back and butt, slipping up that silk as she positioned herself further up the plane of the bed, with him coming immediately after her, his rampant organ aching to be buried inside her.

Scarlett spread her thighs as she invited him atop her and he promptly complied, crawling up and over her, and as he moved up her body, the swollen head of his erection made contact with the velvet folds between her legs. A delicious shiver shot right through him as his motion prodded him against her and he acknowledged that foreplay wouldn’t even need to come into the equation right now, she was about as receptive as she could be.

Abruptly, her hands snaked around his body, he felt her nails dig into his flesh and then she pulled him down sharply. The motion of her jerking him forcefully against her prone figure also resulted in his erect penis penetrating into her completely, slipping all the way up inside her. That mind numbing pleasurable sensation almost resulted in him blowing a hot geyser into her depths instantaneously, but fortunately he managed not to.

Then he was ensnared in her tight embrace, both her arms wrapping around him and her legs as well, encircling his waist and her mouth seeking out his.

Neither of them had exchanged any words since vacating the steam filled interior of the bathroom, and they didn’t now either, there was no need to. They fucked urgently, frenetically, furiously, moans, grunts and gasps combining in a montage of passion, infused with slapping wet flesh sounds, the swish of naked skin sliding on the silk of the bed covers. Even the bed itself joined in the sexual soundtrack, groaning and creaking as their urgent coupling strengthened and sped up tempo, their bodies writhing and slamming together.

Seth thrust deep into her with strokes that drove him closer to orgasm, and she ground herself back against him, matching his fervour with her own, her nails gouging furrows in his skin, her active mouth veering from passionate kissing to bites that scored his flesh with hot stabs of pleasurable pain. This was no marathon fuckfest broken up by a multitude of acrobatic changes in position, though Seth would gladly have manoeuvred her into a variety of different ones, this was just high velocity urgent sex designed to get them both going off like twin rockets. And that was what exactly what it did, the sexual encounter a torrid, but speedy one which ended with him plunging deep into her until the dam broke and he ejaculated a load that felt like it would drown a small nation. She convulsed as she felt him orgasm and release his hot load, and her pussy tightened up around him in a velvet grip, the onset of him climaxing inside her acting as the final catalyst for her own release, and her nails raked down his back with an intensity that felt like claws.