Chapter 30: Don’t Come Yet

Debbie slipped into the room and closed the door behind her with almost no sound.

The latch clicked softly. Outside, the distant roar of the zombie horde against the walls was still there, but inside it felt muted, like it belonged to another world. The only light came from a thin strip of moonlight leaking through the edge of the curtain. It cut a pale line across the bed and across Ethan’s face.

He was still awake. Not completely sober, not completely gone either. His eyes were open, dark and focused, watching her as if he had known she would come the moment the door opened.

Debbie didn’t speak at first. She just stood there for a second, heart beating hard against her ribs. Then she stepped forward.

One thin strap of her nightgown slid down her shoulder as she walked. She didn’t pull it back up. She let it fall lower, baring the soft curve of her shoulder and the upper swell of her breast. Another step. The second strap loosened on its own. The fabric clung to her skin, half-open now, the heavy outline of her breasts clear in the dim light, the dark circles of her nipples pressing against the thin material.

Ethan smiled. Slow. Knowing.

Debbie’s voice came out low and a little rough when she finally spoke.

"I know you’ve been craving this."

She reached him. Ethan stood. For a moment they just looked at each other in the quiet. Then he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in.

Their mouths met hard.

The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry from the first second. Lips parting, tongues sliding wetly against each other, spit exchanging in a messy, open-mouthed tangle. Debbie made a soft sound into his mouth as he deepened it, tilting her head so he could taste more of her. She pressed closer until her soft breasts flattened against his chest through the thin gown. His hands came up and gripped them hard, squeezing the full, heavy flesh through the fabric, thumbs brushing back and forth over the stiffening nipples.

Debbie moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled and needy.

Ethan kept kissing her while his hands worked. He tugged the front of the gown lower until the soft weight of her breasts spilled free into his palms. They were warm and heavy, the nipples already tight. He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at them, then lowered his head and took one into his mouth.

"Ahh..."

Debbie’s head tipped back. The wet heat of his tongue circling her nipple sent a sharp pulse straight down between her legs. He sucked hard, drawing the peak deeper into his mouth, while his other hand kneaded the opposite breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He switched sides, leaving the first nipple wet and glistening, and gave the second the same slow, thorough attention. Debbie’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there as soft, broken sounds kept leaving her throat.

"Ethan... ahh... that feels..."

He didn’t answer with words. He just sucked harder, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. His free hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, and pushed the gown the rest of the way down until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it without looking, completely bare now except for the thin strip of moonlight across her skin.

Ethan pulled back from her breast just enough to speak against the wet nipple.

"You’re already shaking."

Debbie’s only answer was another low moan as he took the other breast back into his mouth. He spent a long time there, alternating between them, sucking, licking, squeezing, until both nipples were dark and sensitive and her breathing had turned ragged. Only then did his hand move lower. His fingers found the heat between her thighs and stroked slowly over her bare pussy, parting the already slick folds. She was soaked. He rubbed slow circles over her clit while he kept sucking her nipple, and Debbie’s knees nearly gave out.

"Ahh... fuck... Ethan..."

She couldn’t take only receiving anymore.

Debbie pushed him backward onto the edge of the bed. Ethan sat heavily, eyes locked on her. She dropped to her knees between his legs without hesitation and went straight for his zipper. Her fingers were quick, almost frantic. She yanked his pants and boxers down together. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already wet with precome.

She stared for a second, breathing hard, then spit on it.

A thick strand of saliva landed on the tip and slid down the shaft. Debbie wrapped both hands around him and rubbed the spit all over, making the thick cock shine in the low light. She leaned in and took the head into her mouth.

"Ahh... fuck..."

Ethan groaned, hips twitching. The wet heat of her mouth closed around him as she sank lower, taking more of the thick length, tongue pressing firmly against the underside. She pulled back with a soft, wet sound, spit trailing from her lips to the tip, then sank down again, deeper this time. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit while she sucked, cheeks hollowed, eyes flicking up to his face.

"Ahh... ahh... Debbie..."

She moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight up his cock. Ethan’s hand settled in her hair, not forcing, just holding as she worked him. She took him deeper on the next pass, the head pushing toward her throat. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. She held there for a second, throat tight around him, then eased back with another string of spit connecting her lips to his cock.

She kept going.

Wet. Messy. Slow at first, then a little faster. Saliva dripped down the shaft and over her fingers as she stroked and licked and took him as deep as she could. Every time she pulled off, she spit on him again and rubbed it in with both hands before swallowing him back down. Ethan’s breathing grew heavier. He started rocking his hips in short, careful thrusts, fucking her mouth while she moaned around him.

"Ahh... shit... your mouth feels so good..."

Debbie’s eyes stayed on his face as she sucked. She liked the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers flexed in her hair. She took him deeper again, throat working, and this time she stayed there longer, humming softly around the thick length until Ethan’s hips jerked.

"Debbie... ahh... careful..."

She pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and shiny with spit. A thick strand still connected her lower lip to the head of his cock. She licked it away slowly, then leaned in and ran her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, collecting every drop of spit and precome before taking him back into her mouth.

She didn’t rush.

She sucked him with long, wet strokes, one hand cupping and rolling his balls while the other stroked the slick shaft in time with her mouth. Every few seconds she pulled off just to spit on him again and rub it in, making everything wetter, louder. The soft, filthy sounds of her mouth filled the quiet room. Ethan’s low groans mixed with them.

"Ahh... ahh... fuck... just like that..."

Debbie’s own breathing was unsteady. Her free hand had slipped between her thighs without her really deciding to. She rubbed her clit in slow circles while she sucked him, soft moans vibrating around his cock every time her fingers found the right pressure. The dual sensation made her thighs press together. She was dripping onto her own hand.

Ethan noticed.

"You’re touching yourself while you suck me," he said, voice rough. "Keep going."

She did. She sucked him deeper, spit running down her chin, while her fingers worked faster between her legs. The wet sounds from both places filled the space between them. Ethan’s hand tightened in her hair. His cock twitched hard against her tongue.

"Debbie... ahh... you’re gonna make me..."

She pulled off just before he got too close, leaving him throbbing and shiny in the moonlight. A long string of spit stretched between her lips and the head of his cock before it finally broke. Debbie looked up at him, breathing hard, mouth wet, eyes dark.

Then she stood.

Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath. The nipples were still wet from his mouth earlier. She climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of his thighs, and settled her weight on his lap without taking him inside. The bare, slick heat of her pussy pressed against the underside of his cock, trapping the thick length between her folds. She rocked once, slow, letting him feel how wet she was.

Ethan groaned, hands immediately coming up to grip her waist, then sliding higher to cup her breasts again. He squeezed them hard, thumbs brushing the sensitive nipples, and leaned in to suck one back into his mouth while she kept rocking against him.

"Ahh... Ethan..."

Debbie’s head tipped back. She kept moving, sliding her soaked pussy along the length of his cock without letting him enter, the friction making both of them breathe harder. His mouth stayed busy on her breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking while his hands kept squeezing the soft weight of them.

She braced her hands on his shoulders and kept the slow, teasing grind going. Every time the head of his cock caught against her entrance she lifted just enough to deny it, then slid back down the shaft again. Ethan’s grip on her hips tightened. A low, frustrated sound left his throat.

Debbie smiled against his hair, even as another moan slipped out of her.

"Not yet," she whispered.

She kept grinding, kept feeding him her breasts, kept the wet heat of her pussy sliding over his cock without giving him more. The room filled with the soft sounds of her breathing, his muffled groans against her skin, and the distant, endless roar of the zombies outside.

Debbie rocked against him one more time, slow and deliberate, then settled fully onto his lap, her arms looping around his neck, her soft breasts pressed flush against his chest.

She didn’t take him inside.

She just stayed there, breathing hard, heart racing, the thick heat of his cock trapped between them while the moonlight cut across both of their bodies.

Outside, the horde kept crashing against the walls.

Inside the room, the teasing had only just begun.