Page 12 of Afflicted

I nod, wriggling my ass against him. “Yeah.”

“Will you touch it for me, baby?”

I reach down tentatively between us, pushing my hand into his shorts. Matt groans against my shoulder as I wrap my hand around his dick. I don’t move for a second, and he shifts so his mouth is against my ear.

“That feels so fucking good.” His chest vibrates as I feather my hand gently up and down his length. He inhales sharply as I begin to pump him awkwardly, the tip of his cock meeting my back as he pushes my tank top up. This angle sucks, but he seems to be enjoying it anyway. One of his hands works my nipple, and the other moves down into my panties. His finger rubs up and down my clit, and I bury my face in his arm.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice is ragged with desire.

This is a mistake.I should go back to my bed. But then one of his fingers slips inside me, and my need takes over. I just need him to fuck me. My eyes dart over to Gina, just a bed away, but she’s sleeping peacefully. No one else seems to be moving. Maybe it’ll be OK. No one will notice.We just have to stay quiet.

“OK.”God, Juliet, what a fucking answer. I release his dick, frantically pulling my panties aside as his knee parts my thighs. He fists himself and guides himself inside me, slipping all the way in easily because I’m so wet. I bite my lip trying not to moan.

He groans again. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I don’t respond, just close my eyes and try to let go and sink into the feeling of him being inside me. He thrusts as hard as he can without alerting the others, the bed creaking softly beneath us. He breathes heavily against my ear, muttering out smothered curses, nibbling on my ear lobe.

This is crazy. I met this guy this afternoon, we’ve barely spoken at all, and now I’m letting him fuck me. Would I have thought it was weird if I’d just picked him up in a bar? Met him at a concert? Is it weird to fuck a random stranger in a crowded dorm right after flesh-eating zombies nearly tore you apart? I don’t know anything anymore.

Before I can get too worked up, he shudders, and it’s over. My breath catches in my throat as the air floods out of my lungs, hanging somewhere between arousal and disappointment.

He sighs, and leans his forehead against the back of my head. “Sorry.”

I shake my head. “It’s fine. It’s OK.”

“They fed me so many drugs, my body’s fucked up.”

“It’s OK, really.” I shift as he pulls out of me, clenching my thighs together to try and stop his cum running everywhere. I didn’t even have time to feel good. I wanted that rush and now the feeling of deflation is so great that I just feel dirty. I don’t even know what to do. Do I just get up? Do I encourage him to keep going? He catches his breath against my back as I just lie in his bed, wondering what the fuck to do next.

I don’t have to think for long. The dorm door flies open, hitting the wall with a resounding crack that sends a shockwave of movement through the sleeping figures around us.

Shit.

It’s the fucking feeder who just stares at me. He’s stalking across the dorm, moving fast. Heads raise from their beds as he moves, and my face flushes violently as all eyes follow him, coming to rest on Matt and I in his bed.

The feeder comes to a stop at the end of Matt’s bed, his jaw ticking violently as his crimson eyes move from Matt to me.

“What’s this?” He growls through gritted teeth

“Nothing,” I mutter, hoping to god that if I keep my head down and just don’t look at anyone that this will all just turn out to have been a bad dream.

“What’s this?” He asks again. His hands aren’t in his pockets, they’re balled into fists at his side.

“Nothing!” I adjust my clothes, flinching as my panties become wet and cold as cum continues to run out of me.

The feeder’s nostrils flare, and his eyes are positively flaming now.

“Get up.” He orders.

Matt sits up beside me. “Hey, man, we were just -“

“Get the fuck up.” His accent just makes him sound even scarier.

“And go where?” I hiss at him, very aware of the eyes of everyone else in the dorm boring into my flushed face. I sit up, my cheeks burning with shame.

“Shower, now.” The feeder jerks his head over his shoulder in the direction of the door. Matt rises from the bed and the feeder points a finger at him. “Not you. Just her.”

“Fuck you.” I clutch the sheet to my chest like it’ll somehow ward him off. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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