Sounds like a Fantasy

Chapter 16

Addison's POV

We were back in the Zombie Safe Room.

"Ah! Zed! Yes!" I screamed as he pounded into me from behind with my cheer skirt around my ankles and my shirt pushed up over my bare breasts. Zed growled as he leaned forward and roughly grabbed my left mound while he messily licked the mark on my shoulder. Chills shot through my body. His Zombie contently growled against my skin making me cry out as I came. But he wasn't done, my knees were weak. "Zed!" I cried shakily.

He grunted next to my ear and slowed his pace enough to lift me up, my skirt slipping off my feet, and turn me over to face him, leaning my back against the wall before continuing his relentless pace. I wrap my arms around his neck over his bulky shoulder pads, his dark eyes boring into mine but I wasn't scared at all. In fact, I press my mouth firmly to his as my next orgasm quickly approaches. He sloppily kisses me back and his pace quickens, though I'm not sure how. I'm forced to pull my mouth from his.

"Gah!" I gasp out in a garbled moan as I came again. It was too much too soon, my mind and body start to feel numb. He's still going so fast, his face beside my ear. His pants are rough and sound so, hot. I can't help but be turned on by how bothered his feral side is. But my brain is shutting down. "Zed." I whimper. His pace falters and he slows down to a sensual loving rhythm. He lifts one hand to hold my face, as gently as he can manage.

"Addiska, ag garziga." (Addison, my love.) He said, his dark eyes softened with concern. I lean my cheek into his hand and smile sweetly with my sex-blush stained face.

"I'm, ah!, ok." I manage. At the new change of stroke and the look he's giving me, I can feel my coil tightening in my stomach again. I latch onto his lips again, my hips matching his thrusts.

"Rah. Rah. Addiska. Rah." He moans into my mouth between kisses.

"Cum for me Zed." I whisper through my own moans, centimeters from his lips. His teeth grit and his body tenses. My insides explode for the third time and I think I'm seeing spots. Zed's panting near my ear starts to sound more and more like his normal self as his Zombie settles back into place.

The wall might be the only thing holding us up as he weakly lifts his head to look at me.

"Whoa." He breaths. I giggle.

"Yeah, whoa." I agree teasingly. I lean in to kiss him softly. He gladly accepts.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to go that hard." He apologizes. I shake my head.

"It's ok. Your Zombie had been really worried earlier, so he wanted to come out and play to make sure I was ok." I assure him. He nods his agreement.

As smoothly and gently as we can, from how weak our previous activities left us, I get placed back on my own feet. He holds me around the waist to make sure I'm steady before letting me stand on my own weight completely.

After we were both stable, we change out of our uniforms like we had said we were doing. I pull on some pale pink shorts and a matching pink flowey top, pulling out the neon ribbon from my hair to let it fall freely down my back.

Once Zed's in normal sweatpants, I have him sit so I can help him out of his pads because of how sore the game had made him. I could feel his discomfort with every movement he made. It was strange that I wasn't feeling this discomfort just minutes ago when he was screwing my brains out. I guess it must have been because he was zombiefied. His pain tolerance seems much higher when his Zombie is in control.

"You know, you should have focused more on the game than if I was ok." I tell him as I pull the Z jersey and shoulder pads over his head. He hisses in slight pain.

"Yeah well, hindsight is always 20/20." He grumbled. I giggle and help slide his t-shirt on before nuzzling my nose into his cheek.

"In the future, know that I do everything I can to stay safe when cheering." I whisper assuringly. He smiles. 

"I love you, Addison." He says quietly. I smile back at him.

"I love you too, Zombie Boy." I tease, making him chuckle as he kisses me again. "But we should really get back before anyone gets suspicious." He nodded his agreement as he stands from his seat, then took my hand in his before we made our way back to the after party.

We walked into the gym, only to be immediately pulled in opposite directions by the football team and the cheerleaders.

"Addy!" Bree exclaimed as she pulled me to the side with a handful of other squad members.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" I ask concerned.

"We have a serious problem!" She exclaimed, trying her best to stay quiet.

"And?" I press in suspense.

"There are like FIVE of the cheerleaders that just started puking after the game!" Bree explained frantic. Then one of the other girls spoke up.

"It can't be food poisoning since none of them ate together." She said. Then one of the guys cut in.

"And it could be the stomach flu, and there's no way they will be better by Championships!" He blurted. Then it was back to Bree.

"And if that's the case, we could all have been infected!" A lot of quiet cries of horror came from the group. "And that also means we're down people! Addy what are we going to do?!" Bree panicked.

"Guys, guys! Calm down! We are going to be fine! Worse case I have to rework the routine and-" Another one of the girls cut her off.

"But the competition is in two days!" She argued. I know time is definitely not on our side, this was going to be a long weekend. I turn back to glance at Zed. His eyes meeting mine from across the room. I offer him a sad smile, knowing I'm not going to get much time with him for a few days. His brows furrow at my expression but I turn back to my team.

"I know. We are going to have to work together and hard, but we can do this! Come on guys!" I jump up onto a nearby table. "Who are we?!" I yell loud enough for the entire gym to go quiet and listen. My squad smiles wide.

"The Mighty Shrimp!" They cheer. I'm suddenly fired up from my team's support. Cheering my lungs out with pride.

~"We are the Mighty Shrimp! It's time to show you now!" I grab Bree by the hand and help her up with me. Our moves are in sync. A few others climb onto the tables on either side of us while the rest litter the ground around the backs.
~"We got the stuff to light you up, It's getting hotter now!" Our arms are pumping from side to side. Zed could see what they were doing. He sent his team around to assist with lifts and catches.
~"We're getting hotter now!" The other girls on the other two table do cartwheels off to the side, being caught effortlessly by the awaiting football players nearby.
~"It's getting hotter now!!" Bree and I flip off the front of the table with one of our hands linked and we are in perfect sync. We smile wide at each other after our perfect landing. All the cheerleaders join in the singing, cheering, and dancing.

{Queue the perfect cheer dance routine.}

~"We were made for this!
There's nothing we can't do!
We came to play,
We're here to stay and win the day,
'Cause, we were made for this!
Didn't come here to lose!
We came to play, we're here to stay,
What's left to say when we know!"

~"Nothing's gonna get in our way!
No! Come on, let me hear you say!" Zed has made his way to me, lifting me onto his shoulders so I'm able to see everyone and be the center of formation.
~"We're fired up, you're fired up, We're fired up!" The entire gym bursts into clapping, cheering, and sheer joy. Zed lifts me down off his shoulders and I immediately wrap my arms around his waist. I look up at him with sparkling eyes as an idea strikes me.

"Zed! You're a genius!" I exclaim. He looks thoroughly confused by my statement.

"Um what's going on? I'm a genius for what now?" He questions. I just laugh and hug him tight again.

"I'll explain later! Let's just celebrate your win for now!" I encourage. He smiles and nods.

I don't leave his side for the rest of the evening. I'm going to enjoy the time I do have with him before this weekend gets crazy.