Free Road's End: Apocalypse Riders by Britten Thorne

orgasm building and approaching, like an inevitable tidal wave.
    He wasn’t far either, if his grunts and groans were any indication. His gaze was dark, heavy with lust. When he finally released my hands, I wrapped them around his back, scoring his shoulders with my nails as I moaned. He ran his index finger along my lip, his expression rapt. When he slid it inside my mouth, I sucked and caressed it with my tongue as I had with his cock. His hips thrust harder, wild, out of control. His taste and his deep, possessive growl pushed me over the edge. I cried out as an intense wave of heat flowed through me; as my muscles tensed and my walls clenched tight around his cock. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his shoulders with the force of it.
    With a roar, with one final, violent plunge, he came with me. His body shuddered over mine as he rooted deep inside me, his cock pulsing with one jet of hot cream after another.
    Limp and breathless, I stared up at him. His face was flushed and slick with sweat. Something like regret settled in his eyes, but I pressed a finger to his lips to stall him from speaking. “That was perfect,” I breathed. I still trembled with little aftershocks of pleasure. I groaned as his softening cock slid from me, and he collapsed at my side.
    “You’re sure?” His arms wrapped around me and held me tight against him, my back to his chest.
    “Yes.” I planted a tender kiss on his arm. “Just what I needed.” It was true. My limbs felt boneless. Even knowing what horrors the morning might hold, in that moment I was more relaxed than I’d been in as long as I could remember.
    His voice was a quiet rumble. “Me, too.”

CHAPTER 8
     
    We woke with the sun rising. Adam planted a scorching kiss on me before standing with a groan. “It’s time.” With no bags and no belongings left, there was no way to stall and take our time packing up. I put the remaining sports drinks and the single can of olives in a plastic bag and slung it over my elbow. At least we’d be able to stay hydrated; once the drinks were finished, we’d be able to save some water in the bottles if and when it rained.
    If we got out of there alive, that was.
    Adam handed me the whiskey. “You splash them, I’ll light them up,” he said, matches in hand.
    I shook my head. “This is a terrible plan. They won’t burn up fast enough.”
    “But fire scares them off, at least a little.” It was true. I’d chased them away with homemade torches myself before they migrated out of the city. They were more wary than scared, though. They’d back off, but they wouldn’t flee.
    “And when we break through? We run again?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “On foot we’re still a few days out. There’s a good chance we’ll get picked up, though.” He sighed. “We just have to keep going. That’s all.”
    I steeled my nerves. “Let’s do it.”
    I led the way downstairs. We knew they were concentrating around the side door, so we left it shut and passed through the storefront instead. I held the bottle in one hand and one of my knives in the other.
    “We need to get outside before we start lighting fires,” Adam said quietly, and I nodded. Only two corpses wandered the ransacked shop, tripping and stumbling through the mess as they tried to approach us. I waited for the closest one to get a little closer to move in on it - it made a misstep over a shelf and fell to one knee, and I took the chance to jump forward and slam my blade into the back of its head. It dropped and was still right away.
    Adam had my second knife, and went after the second one. He just grabbed it by the hair like it was nothing, bent it double, and stabbed the knife home. It hit the floor like a sack of flour.
    More crowded at the big, broken window. Soon it would be a swarm; we had to move fast. I rushed ahead of Adam, bottle outstretched, and splashed the corpses at the window with the whiskey. I didn’t look back. I shouldered my way past a corpse to my