Cora (Love in the Apocalypse #2)

15. Cora

Chapter fifteen

Cora

I t was about a week after Derrick discovered me, and as much as I wish I could report that I’ve adapted to being outside the walls, I haven’t. I spend a little more time out each day, but I still prefer the safety of being hidden, especially when they’re all there at the same time. Being with all of them was still a little intimidating for me. It took me several days to look at Remi or Trent without turning cherry red.

I entered the house through the kitchen wall, which had become the door I used most frequently. Wondering who I was left at home with today, I started searching the house. I knew they made sure someone was always home with me because they worried about my safety, but I didn’t mind it all too much. It allowed me to spend some one-on-one time with each of them. Peeking into my room and not finding anyone, I went to Daddy’s room and pushed the partially shut door open. My mouth fell open in shock when I saw Derrick naked on the bed, stroking his cock.

Derrick watched me through hooded eyes as he stroked himself faster. “Morning, Ghost Girl,” he rumbled.

I waved a little awkwardly at him, unable to take my eyes off his penis. I hadn’t realized I had continued walking toward the bed until my thighs bumped into it. My eyes jumped to Derrick’s, and I tried to step back and leave him to his fun, but his free hand snagged my wrist and stopped me.

“You wanna touch it?”

I did. But also I didn’t. But I really, really did.

“It’s ok,” Derrick said. “He doesn’t bite. I do, but he doesn’t.”

I giggled silently as I reached out a tentative hand. Derrick released it, letting it proudly stand erect on its own. As my fingertips skimmed the underside, it jerked away from me, making me gasp and yank my hand back.

Derrick chuckled. “Sorry about that. Sometimes, he can get a little shy around pretty girls. Try again.”

The same thing happened three more times. By the third time, Derrick was laughing hard. His laughter became even harder when I finally realized that he was making the penis move. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to stomp away when he stopped me.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. No more tricks, I promise. Please don’t leave, Cora.”

My eyes remained narrowed with suspicion as I reached out quickly and grabbed his penis before he could mess with me again.

Derrick hissed as I held onto it tightly. “Careful, Cora,” he cautioned. “It’s a cock, not a joystick.” Huh. He called his a cock too. Maybe my size theory was incorrect. Derrick wrapped his hand around mine and guided it up and down the shaft, showing me how he liked it. “That’s it, Cora. Good girl,” he praised. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

After a few minutes, I felt his hand trail up my leg.

“Can I touch you?” he asked with a desperate hunger.

I nodded and froze as his hand slipped beneath my skirt. The only person who had ever touched me there besides myself was Cody, and he hadn’t made it beneath my jeans. I gasped as he softly rubbed my kitty through my panties. That felt even better than when I did it.

Derrick’s other hand wrapped around mine again to move my hand on his shaft. “Keep stroking me, Cora, so that we can feel good together.”

I moved my hand again as he tugged my panties down to gain better access. His fingers stroked between my legs, slipping through my folds as his thumb circled my clit. I leaned more against the bed for support as I continued to stroke Derrick, pulling soft groans from him. Doing this felt naughty. Doing this in Daddy’s room felt… taboo.

“Let’s try something different,” Derrick suggested when he slipped the tip of his finger inside me, and I nearly collapsed. He sat up and grabbed my hips, lifting me onto the bed and over his body. I shook my head. I wasn’t prepared for sex yet. “Trust me,” he whispered. “We aren’t going to have sex. I won’t go inside of you, I promise, but I think you’ll like this. We can stop anytime you want.”

Derrick pressed his penis against his stomach and then dragged me forward so that my pussy lay on top of it. Derrick bunched up my skirt so it wasn’t blocking his view and groaned. “Fuck that’s sexy.”

I looked down and saw the head of his cock peeking out from between my pussy lips. I felt my insides squeeze at the sight as a fresh wave of arousal washed over me. It was sexy.

Derrick kept my skirt bunched in his hands as he placed them on my hips and began to slide me back and forth. A silent cry escaped me as the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. He was right; I did like this! Soon, he didn’t need to guide me, and I was moving my hips on my own, chasing that good feeling I knew would happen soon.

“That’s it, Cora. Ride me, Baby. I can’t wait until you’re ready to do this with my cock buried deep inside you. It’ll feel even better.”

Together, we moved faster, panting heavily, until we finally groaned as we came together. Derrick’s cum was hot against my clit, adding an entirely new sensation to the experience. I slowly stroked his cock with my pussy, enjoying the added slickness of our combined fluids. After I finished riding out my orgasm, I collapsed in exhaustion on Derrick’s chest, burrowing my face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. We laid like that for the rest of the morning, rubbing our parts together two more times before he decided that we should probably get cleaned up before the others came back.

Later that night, I slipped upstairs to bring up more food. I had noticed earlier that all of the chocolate I brought was gone, so I wanted to restock that and some of the cans of mandarin oranges they seemed to enjoy. I knew their desire to see the bunker grew with every new item I brought upstairs. I didn’t have a good reason to keep them from seeing it, except it was the last place that was still mine and Daddy’s, and part of me wanted to preserve that for as long as possible.

I noticed Isaac sitting in the living room reading when I entered the kitchen. Trying not to make any noise to disturb him, I tiptoed to the cabinets to put the food I brought away. Careful not to make any sound, I crept back to the door.

“Halt!”

Isaac’s firm but quiet order had me frozen in place. I heard him get up and turned to face him as he entered the kitchen.

“I understand that you’re still adjusting to cohabitating with people again,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips and drew me a little closer, “but it’s customary to greet someone when you see them, not sneak around like a little thief in the night pretending that I don’t exist.”

His gentle reprimand had me hanging my head. My intention hadn’t been to be rude but considerate and respectful. Isaac placed his finger under my chin and lifted it so that my eyes met his coffee-brown ones. He smiled softly as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“Your presence is never a disruption, Cora.”

My eyes widened with surprise. How did Isaac know what I had been thinking?

Isaac’s smile grew wider. “You aren’t so hard to read, Princess. Those pretty blue eyes are quite expressive.”

I blushed, licked my lips nervously, and then froze again when his eyes tracked the movement.

“Hold still,” Isaac whispered. His arms slid around me, pulling me against him as he lowered his mouth to mine. “I just want a little taste.”

Isaac’s soft lips pressed to mine as his tongue slid across my seam, requesting entry. I parted my lips, and he wasted no time sweeping me away into an all-consuming kiss that made every cell in my body vibrate. Isaac groaned into my mouth as he lifted me off my feet and sat me on the kitchen table. He stepped between my legs and pulled me to the edge to press himself against my core as he deepened the kiss.

Our kissing reminded me of my make-out session with Cody at the movie theater, but so much... more. Isaac took over all of my senses to the point where I couldn’t tell where I ended, and he began. He owned me, mind, body, and soul. When his hand slid to my neck and squeezed lightly, I groaned.

Isaac froze, his lips leaving mine as he leaned back to look at me with surprise. “I felt that,” he whispered, squeezing my neck. “Do it again. Moan for me, Cora.”

I was still too caught up in the moment to feel self-conscious about his request. I moaned again, and his eyes widened.

“I can feel the vibrations!” Isaac pressed his forehead to mine as his hand massaged my neck. “And one day, I’ll be able to hear your moans. Your laughter. You’re already such a bright spot in my life, Cora. I just know hearing your joy will become infectious for us all. We’ll be addicted to every sound passing through those delicious lips.”

His words filled me with so much hope that I did the only thing that felt right and dragged his lips back to mine.

Maybe all hope wasn’t lost, and I would be able to talk again after all!

As soon as everyone woke up the next day, Isaac told them what had happened, which resulted in one of them massaging my throat for the better part of the day. Having one of their hands wrapped around my throat all the time did things to my body that I didn’t understand. What’s worse is that I think they knew how it affected me and why but didn’t feel inclined to explain it to me. Derrick especially seemed to enjoy it.

Today, I was with Trent, who was slightly more reserved than the others. We were lying in my old bed, which was his now, talking. Well, he was talking. I was typing. I explained why Daddy and I moved to the mountains, and he explained why he was afraid of storms. I wanted to ask what happened to his parents and little sister, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know— worse, I was pretty sure I already knew. I was curious what happened to all of their families. It seemed that with the fall of society, the definition of family was altered. Now, it was more what you made it and less what you were born to. Life was so fleeting it made sense for humanity to cling to what and who they could for as long as possible.

“So then if your Dad homeschooled you here in the mountains, you didn’t get to have many friends or teenage experiences,” Trent said.

I shook my head. “I had friends in town but didn’t get to see them that often. When I was younger, Daddy felt it was important for me to develop connections with kids my age, so we came down the mountain more often for various programs and sports. We didn’t come to town as much once I outgrew those and had already formed friendships.”

“You played sports?” Trent asked. “What was your favorite?”

“Tennis,” I replied. “I would have liked to continue playing, but Daddy felt it was more important for me to learn how to survive in the mountains. Turns out he was right.”

Trent laughed at my joke, even though it wasn’t that funny. “Isaac played football. I tried to play sports too, but I’m not good at them. And I’ll tell you a secret: I wasn’t all that interested in them. I only wanted to play because Isaac did, and it made my Dad proud of him, so I thought it would make him proud of me, too. As it turned out, all I needed was to be myself, and he was proud of me. I’m happy that I figured that out before—“

Trent suddenly stopped speaking and stared at the ceiling sadly, so I put the tablet to the side and rolled toward him to cuddle against his side. Trent held me tightly, and I thought maybe he had drifted off to sleep when he spoke, startling me from my thoughts.

“I didn’t get very many teenage experiences either,” he said. “I wasn’t very popular in school, making it difficult to get a girlfriend. I had some close friends, but that’s all it ever was.” I looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out why he was telling me this. Trent blushed as he continued. “I hadn’t messed around with anyone intimately until I met Remi.”

My eyes widened as I caught on to what he was telling me. In hindsight, I was pretty sure I had heard Remi say something about that to him when I had masturbated with them, but I hadn’t been paying that close of attention to what they were saying. Why was he telling me this now?

“As the most inexperienced people in the house... do you kinda want to do it together first without anyone around?” Trent asked.

I contemplated his question. I was pretty sure that, between the two of us, we had enough knowledge to accomplish the task. It wasn’t a terribly romantic proposition, but I was still interested. If we did something stupid in the middle of it, the only ones who would know would be each other. That part was extremely appealing because I didn’t know what I was doing. Slowly, I nodded.

“You’re certain you want to have sex?” Trent confirmed, rolling onto his side and facing me.

I felt around for the iPad and typed my answer for him. “Yes.”

Trent grinned, took the iPad, placed it on the nightstand, and then rolled on top of me. Trent wasn’t a complete virgin like me. He had some experience and quickly took the lead, kissing me as his hands roamed my body. We slowly shed our clothes, our lips only parting for as long as necessary. By the time his lips trailed down my body, I was panting with need. His tongue swirled around my nipples, making my body arch off the bed at the new sensation. I came completely unglued, coming harder than I ever had on my own when Trent sucked on my clit. I didn’t know that was a thing! If Cody had tried to do that to me first, I would have happily put his penis in my mouth.

I excitedly tried to roll Trent over to do just that, but he stopped me. “I don’t want to come in your mouth first. Another time,” he promised.

I was a little disappointed until Trent settled between my legs, and I felt his monster press against my folds. Oh, fuck. I hadn’t considered his size when I agreed to this. Maybe I should have started with someone smaller and worked up to Trent. I trembled beneath him as he reached between us to swipe the head of his cock through my arousal. He must have seen the apprehension in my eyes because he stilled.

“Do you want to stop, Cora?”

I hesitated in answering him but wrapped my arms around his neck when he went to move away. It was going to happen eventually, so why stop now? I made sure he was looking into my eyes when I shook my head no. To drive my point home, I wrapped my legs around his waist to open myself wider for him and kissed him.

Trent kissed me back briefly before raising himself a little so that he could watch my face as he lined himself up with my core and began to press forward slowly. Trent’s movements were so minute, sometimes I wasn’t even sure he was moving.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Are you ok? Am I hurting you? Should I stop? Can you take more of me?”

All of the shaking and nodding of my head was beginning to make me dizzy, so I slapped my hand over his mouth to stop his nervous chatter and wrapped my legs tighter around him, flexing my hips upwards and sliding him deeper. I stiffened when I felt him bump against my hymen. I met his eyes as he slowly pulled back and nodded. I knew it would hurt, but I also knew that there was great pleasure in any sexual interaction I’ve had up to now, and intercourse had to be the same. I just had to get through the pain first.

“Deep breath, Cora. I’m sorry.” Trent thrust into me, breaking through my innocence with one powerful move. I dug my nails into his back as a silent scream tore from me. I pushed against him, my body automatically trying to get that thing out of me. Trent gathered me gently in his arms to try and hold me still. “Easy, Cora, easy. Just hold still, Baby. It will feel better soon. Just wait. You’re going to hurt yourself. Just hold on. Shhh. Shhh. It’s ok. I’ve got you. The worst is over. I’m so sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry. Maybe this was a mistake. We should have waited.”

Where his nervous chatter had annoyed me earlier, I found comfort in it now. This was a new experience for both of us, and we were both scared and unsure of ourselves. Slowly, I began to relax as I stroked his back in an attempt to reassure him that I was ok— that we both were. Neither of us dared move as we lay with me halfway impaled on Trent’s monster cock. I wasn’t sure where we went from here, but I knew we had to do something to make this a pleasurable experience for us both. When it felt like the pain was subsiding, I experimentally shifted my hips, causing Trent to move a little deeper. I winced but then cocked my head to the side thoughtfully. That wasn’t terrible.

“Cora?” Trent asked, meeting my eyes.

I gave him a small smile and nodded.

Trent slowly pulled out of me part way and then pushed back in, getting a little deeper. He set a slow pace, breathing heavily and shaking with restraint as he tried to make me feel good. “You feel so good, Cora. Holy shit. I didn’t think it would be all that different, but it is.”

It was starting to feel really good until Trent went too deep, and I felt another stab of pain. I bit his shoulder, and he yelped in pain. I shook my head when he looked at me.

“Too deep?”

I nodded emphatically.

“Noted. No more biting,” he growled with a grin. I grinned back at him and snapped my teeth together teasingly. Trent rolled his eyes and dipped his head down to capture one of my nipples between his teeth and apply gentle pressure. I threw my head back and arched my chest toward him, making him chuckle. “Just remember, I can bite too.”

Once he had his depth limit, things were... well... still a little awkward. Two virgins having sex for the first time is not some earth-shattering, momentous, mind-blowing experience. It felt good, but once I started to move, it knocked Trent off his rhythm and made it feel like we were both mid-seizure on a boat in a hurricane— just flopping around on the bed and hoping to weather the storm.

Eventually, Trent managed to reach his orgasm. I was feeling a little left out when he slid down my body. Trent had given me an orgasm earlier with his mouth, and I realized his intention to do so again. I tried to stop him because it couldn’t be pleasant down there now with the mixture of our fluids and my blood, but he pushed my hands away and pushed my knees toward my shoulders, pinning me in place, and went to town without a care in the world.

I guess that was one good thing about Trent being my first; he was already well-versed in reciprocating. If this had been with Cody or any other boy three years ago, I probably would have been left high and dry.

It didn’t take long before Trent coaxed a gentle orgasm from me. It didn’t feel earth-shattering like the first one, but it still felt good. I certainly didn’t feel left out anymore. Trent crawled back up my body, wiped his mouth on the pillow, and kissed me gently. He flipped us so that he was on his back with me sprawled across his chest and released a content sigh.

“Are you ok?”

I nodded against his chest. I was better than ok. I’ll probably feel sore later, but it was worth it. I didn’t have any regrets.

We fell asleep naked, messy, and wrapped around each other like lovers do. We slept longer than expected because the next thing I knew, the bedroom door was slammed open.

“Well, isn’t this fucking cute,” Remi said.

He didn’t sound happy.

A few days later, Remi was still a little sour. His fluctuation between hot and cold was giving me a migraine, and I didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Isaac and Derrick didn’t seem to mind that Trent and I had slept together. Remi said he didn’t care, but his words and behavior didn’t match. I was a little nervous when I went upstairs and saw that Remi was home with me today. He looked up when I entered the kitchen, and I waved good morning. Instead of responding, he went back to the book he was reading. Ok, enough was enough. I would get to the bottom of this once and for all.

I grabbed my iPad and sat across from Remi at the table. I began to type furiously, and the longer I did, the more attention Remi paid me. By the time I had finished, he had set aside his book and watched me with an amused expression over steepled fingers. I glared at him as I double-tapped the screen and let Siri rant for me.

“Why are you treating me poorly? I didn’t do anything to you too deserve to be treated like this. And I certainly don’t understand your wishy-washiness toward me. What did I do that was so bad? I slept with Trent, but I didn’t realize you were exclusive. If I had, I wouldn’t have done anything with him, but you didn’t seem to mind my involvement previously. Please let me know what the hell is bothering you so that I can decide if I give enough of a fuck to help you remove the stick up your ass or not.”

Remi’s amused expression never faltered as he listened. I watched him expectantly when Siri stopped talking. He stared at me for several more minutes before he finally spoke. “Now that Trent has slept with you, he won’t want me anymore, Cora. I’ve been here before. I’ve loved the bisexual man who picks the pretty girl over me. So yeah, I’m having mixed feelings about it. I didn’t have a problem with you joining us. I never expected him to do anything with you without me. I’ll get over it.”

I shook my head and started typing again. “I never meant to come between you. I like all of you. That includes you. This doesn’t have to be anything you have to get over. We can all be happy together.”

Remi smiled sadly. “Yeah, but for once, I’d like to be the first choice, not the convenience.”

I started to type a response, and Remi snatched the iPad from me and slammed it onto the table, shattering the screen. “This isn’t something you can fucking fix, Cora. Trent and I were happy, and now that’s all fucking gone. You will always be between us whether you meant to or not!”

I stared at him in shock, my eyes bouncing between his angry face and the broken iPad. Angry tears filled my eyes as I stood, slapped him across the face as hard as I could, and then went back to my bunker. That was beyond rude, and I didn’t want to be around him if that was how he would behave. Storming downstairs, I went to the storage room and pulled out another iPad. If he thought he silenced me, he was fucking wrong. Daddy bought a whole bunch of these because they can also monitor and control some of the systems within the bunker. As I powered it on, I was smug and began typing my new response regarding his outburst.