“I want to come,” I whined.
“Then beg for it, baby. Beg me like the good girl I know you can be.”
This asshole. If Nico wanted begging, then I would beg, but I wouldn’t forget. “Please, Nico. Please make me come. I need it. I need you. Please.”
“Good girl.” The pleased sound he made deep in his chest sent tremors up and down my body and made my knees weak. I was in trouble with these men and the power they held over me, but my brain didn’t have the capacity to consider just how much because Nico slammed into me, and I swear I nearly saw stars.
“Yes!” I moaned. Nico’s hand slid to my clit, and with a few well-practiced strokes, I came undone around him with a, thankfully, silent scream.
“Fuck! That’s it, Princess. Come on my cock. You’re such a good fucking girl. I love how your pussy feels when you come.”With one final thrust and a grunt, Nico came, and I moaned again with satisfaction, knowing I now had all of their seed inside me. They were mine, and I was theirs. When Nico pulled out, a mixture of our cum followed, some falling onto the carpet, and a whole lot more trailing down my thighs.
“I need to get cleaned up before my parents wake up,” I said, realizing that the sun was starting to rise.
“Or you could just get dressed,” Nico suggested. “I like the idea of you walking around all day with my cum leaking out of you.
I gave him an incredulous look. “No way in hell am I running around all messy down there all day.” I grabbed my clothes and a plastic bowl from the kitchen, then ran to the bathroom. We had discovered the night before that the previous owner had filled the bathtub with water, just in case they lost power and would need it. Thank God they had, otherwise I might not have been able to clean up properly. Plugging the sink drain, I poured some water into the bowl, grabbed a washcloth and soap, and gave myself a quick sponge bath. It wasn’t the proper shower I craved, but it would have to do.
When I emerged, clean and fully dressed, everyone was awake and in the kitchen picking over the food we still had. “Good morning,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. I didn’t regret spending the night with the guys, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to broadcast our relationship or answer any questions. Hopefully, my parents thought I slept in the room with them and got up early.
Unfortunately, the guys apparently didn’t share that sentiment, because first Miguel, then Luis, and finally Nico pulled me into a passionate embrace, kissing me deeply and leaving no question about the status of our relationship.
“Oh, to be young again,” Mr. Higgins chuckled. Surprisingly, my parents laughed as well. My face heated as I tried to act likeeverything was normal. How much did they know? Also, did Mr. Higgins just laugh?
Luis must have been equally surprised. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you crack a smile, let alone laugh.”
Mr. Higgins’ smile fell slightly as his eyes became distant, lost in a memory. “I didn’t always use to be like this,” he finally replied with a sad smile. I once had a beautiful lady of my own. Claire. She was the light of my life. The purest soul you could ever meet. She left this world ten years ago, and I’ve missed her every day since. We were never able to have children, and as time went on, I found fewer reasons to smile.”
As we ate, Mr. Higgins regaled us with stories from his youth and the city when it was still growing into the beast it is today. We found ourselves laughing along with him, and I was struck by how normal it all felt. For an hour, the outside world and all the horrors it held didn’t exist. All that mattered was the seven humans, huddled around a rickety kitchen table above a Chinese restaurant, sharing stories and good food.
“I hate to break this up,” Nico finally said, glancing toward the window, “but the sun is high enough now that I think we should get moving. The sooner we cross into Manhattan, the sooner we can get evacuated.”
We packed up, consolidated where we could, refilled our water bottles from the tub, which was honestly disgusting, but better than nothing, and left the apartment. The morning streets were quiet, and we didn’t talk as we walked to the bridge. I could see that the bridge’s traffic lanes were full of abandoned cars. When we got to the bridge, we had a decision to make: take the road or the pedestrian path.
“We might be able to find some useful items if we take the road,” Papi said.
“But we might also encounter more zombies unable to get off the bridge,” I argued. “The cars might provide us with cover, butthey could also be obstacles to work around. The pedestrian path shouldn’t have as many obstacles.”
“Emery is right,” Luis said. “I vote we take the pedestrian path as well.”
“It is the safer route,” Papi conceded.
“Then it’s settled?” Nico asked.
With everyone in agreement, we set out across the iconic bridge. The bridge’s history and the thought that we might be the last humans ever to cross it weighed heavily on me. Never in a million years would I have thought something like this could happen. As we hoped, the pedestrian path was deserted and we were able to cross easily. The challenge came as we set foot in Manhattan. Lower Manhattan was eerily quiet, but showed clear signs of attempts to contain the virus.
Barricades and walls were erected randomly throughout the streets. Sometimes, MTA buses and Army tanks blocked our passage completely, forcing us to detour around them. Add in evading and sometimes fighting off zombies, and it had taken us far longer than it should have. When we finally stopped for lunch, we had only made it halfway to the river, and where we assumed an evacuation point would be.
“It’s a good sign it’s so quiet, right?” I asked as we settled inside a deli to eat. “That means the evacuation worked in Manhattan. And might still be happening?”
“Maybe,” Miguel replied unconvincingly.
“Lack of military presence worries me,” Papi stated. “In Brooklyn, we know why we didn’t see anyone. They were overrun. We’re seeing plenty of signs that they were here, but none that they are still here. I wouldn’t hold too much hope, Piccina. We might have to walk out of here on our own.”
Nico got up from the booth and walked to the door. He stared out at a tank half a block away. “Maybe there is a way we couldfind out,” he said. “Luis, come with me. Everyone else, stay here.”
I went to the window and watched as they jogged down the street to the tank. They climbed on top of it, and after what looked like a heated debate over how to get in, they managed to open the top. Luis ducked his head inside, and after a few seconds, he sat up and disappeared inside the tank. I chewed on my lip nervously as I waited for him to reappear. What if there was a zombie inside that he hadn’t seen?
Miguel wrapped his arms around me from behind and hugged me. “They’re going to be ok, Em.”
