Free Zombie Lovin' by Olivia Starke

 
     
     
    Some days it doesn’t pay to get out of
bed, especially if you wake up with a corpse .
    Her new companion had been the most watched
man in the club, and Samantha Perry couldn’t help the sense of
conquest when they stumbled into her hotel room. The room
swayed and she had to clutch his shirt to stay on her feet.
    “Watch out, baby.” His husky whisper brushed
her ear, sending chills down her spine. “I think you’re a little
drunk.”
    She giggled. “You try walking in four-inch
stilettos. I can barely manage these on the best of days.”
    He chuckled. “Fair enough, but damn they’re
sexy.”
    Her hair clung around her shoulders, her
blouse and jeans still damp. “How did I get so wet?” Her foggy
memory offered no explanations.
    “Such open ended questions you ask.” He
captured her lips in a hot, distracting kiss. “So many answers I
could give.”
    He tugged the blouse over her head, pitched
it aside, and placed his hands on her shoulders giving a gentle
shove. She squealed, but luckily bounced, the bed breaking her
fall.
    She studied him, or tried to—her focus was a
little off. “So what was it you were saying earlier, about the
living dead something or other?”
    Tugging her jeans off, he tossed them over
his shoulder, drawing yet another giggle from Samantha. He gave her
a lopsided grin. “You mean living while dead? We’ll have this
discussion, but later.” He kissed her, his tongue pushing into her
mouth, teasing her with short thrusts. “And I mean much, much later.”
    He discarded his T-shirt and she focused on
his smooth, well-developed pecs. She licked her lips and stroked a
hand over her stomach then up to her breast, rubbing the peaked
nipple through the satin of her bra. He watched with head tilted,
his hand cupping the bulge beneath his fly.
    “You have the body to drive a man crazy, all
softness and curves.”
    His voice vibrated through her, making her
pussy ache. She moved her fingers down, slipped them beneath her
G-string, and found her folds drenched. She slid within her slit
and circled her clit, pushing the swirl of desire higher. Watching
her with hungry eyes, he pulled his cock out and stroked up its
length, rubbing the tip with his thumb, before sliding his hand
back down. She squirmed, wanted him, needed every beautiful
inch of his thick girth pounding inside her. She propped up on an
elbow opening her thighs wider, rubbing her swollen clit faster,
their gazes locked.
    It was an unspoken contest, who could make
who give in first, who could last the longest and not come. He
jerked his hand down then back up, harder, taunting her. She rolled
her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, shoving two fingers
within her canal, imagining it was him thrusting deep inside her
walls. She was ready to give and let him win the battle
    She withdrew her fingers bringing them to her
lips, licking her cream from her fingertips, while looking at him
through her lashes. “What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”
    He moved fast and was over her, his cock
pushing aside her panties. “Damn, you win.”
     
    ***
     
    Samantha awoke to the cheery morning sun
glaring through the open curtains, a dream hanging in bits and
pieces in her memory. She was aroused, an uncomfortable telltale
ache between her thighs. She tried to resurrect the dream, stealing
a hand to her pussy and stroking her sensitized nether lips. A
hot, naked guy with a nice big dick fucking me to oblivion …. Ugh . She squeezed her eyes shut and flung an arm across her
face, a nagging headache ridding her of the hopes of a quick
morning orgasm.
    “Gawd, what did I drink last night?” She
rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow, stiff
muscles protesting movement. The pillowcase had the vague odor of
chlorine, along with her tangled hair, and she crinkled her nose.
With gentle fingertips, she palpated a lump just above her hairline
and puzzled over it. Not finding a source in her fuzzy memory,