This follows on from 'Pour into me' but can be read as standalone.
Rick's sweat dampened shirt clings to his back as he climbs the steps to the house he is hard pressed to call home. The Alexandria Safe Zone issue constable uniform is drenched with sweat from his afternoon rounds spent under the heated glare of the relentless sun.
All he can think about is pouring water down his dry throat when he walks into the kitchen and he sees her. Everything stops as he takes her in.
Beth has her back to him, halfway covered by golden curls. She's wearing cowboy boots and a sundress that is at least a size too small, so that it stops at the top of her long, golden legs. When she bends down to put something in the oven her skirt rises up, flashing her round, white cotton panty covered ass and in the time it takes to blink his dick is hard enough to cut glass.
As a cop, Rick learned to pay attention to his surroundings and what he notices makes the side of his mouth slide up. The baby monitor sitting on countertop tells him Judith is down for her afternoon nap. On his way here he saw Carl and Enid sat on the bandstand roof. Michonne is out on a run. Daryl untangled himself from Rick's body and left before the sun came up, maybe to go hunting, maybe not. Daryl always did have a tendency to wander. But Rick doesn't give his lover's whereabouts too much thought right now, can't think much at all past the juicy ass hanging out of Beth's ridiculously tiny sundress. Can't think much past the need to squeeze it under his sweaty palms and the fact there's nothing to stop him doing so right here in the kitchen.
She gasps as he comes up behind her, brushing her bare arm as he reaches for her half full glass of ice tea on the side.
"Oh god, Rick, I didn' hear you come in," Beth says breathlessly, hand coming up to clutch her chest, now heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
"Sorry, darlin', I didn't mean to startle you," he drawls, his voice low and rough from dehydration.
Yes I did.
I wanted to make your breath catch and your heart beat too fast because it makes my dick throb.
He feels her ocean blue eyes on the side of his face where he's got her caged against the counter top. He necks the liquid so eagerly some spills from the corners of his mouth and runs down his chin. Setting the glass down, he turns just enough for his eyes to meet hers and pulse with all the dirty, depraved things he wants to do to her.
There's a beat where he watches her swallow, following the movement down the line of her impossibly long and elegant neck. Then she leans back, her full ass rubbing against the hard line of his cock.
He smirks as her eyes flare, and then grabs her juicy cheeks roughly, digging his fingers in hard and making her gasp, her pussy lips pulling apart. His questing fingertips slide under the hem of her panties and drag across her soft skin.
Pulling her cheeks apart, he pushes her against the counter, grinding his aching hard on into her ass. His breath comes out heavily against her ear, blood coursing hot through his veins at the feel of her soft ass under his hard dick.
"You feel so good, sweetheart, wanna fuck you right here in the kitchen," Rick growls, his voice coming out rough like gravel against her ear, "Do you want my cock in your pretty little cunt?"
Beth's breath catches at his coarse words and his mouth tugs up into a wolfish smile at how shy she can still be.
"Yes please," she whispers breathlessly.
His eyes fall closed and he bites back at moan. It's the please that kills him. He can feel her face grow hot under his jaw because she's still a good girl even with his sweaty hands wrapped around her ass. His mouth dips to the cradle of her shoulder and he takes a deep inhale of her innate goodness. In a world that stinks of death, Beth smells of life. Even out on the road somehow she managed to smell like home. Right now she smells sweet and sweaty and as wholesome as the apple pie she's baking. All he can think about his how he wants to fuck the life out of her; how he wants to make her beg, make her scream.
With those thoughts running through his head, he's hesitating; nose stroking her throat, reigning in the dark part of him that's pushing to the surface. Without Daryl here he could go too far, he could hurt her. She's so delicate, especially compared to the hard corded muscles he's used to having beneath his fingertips.
His thoughts grind to a halt as Beth presses her palms flat on the counter and leans forward. He can feel his eyes widening as he watches her arch her back, pushing her ass up and presents herself to him like a bitch in heat. All of the air vacates his lungs on a groan when she turns her head from where it's resting against the counter top and blinks up at him with her thick lashes.
"Do you want me like this, daddy?" She asks, her voice high and breathy, eyes wide and lip caught between her teeth.
Oh, fuck.
She's a wet dream come to life.
"That's perfect, sweetheart," he grates out, voice tight as he forces the words out from behind his clenched jaw.
His throat is suddenly as tight as he knows she is. With a shuddering breath he shoves her dress up past her hips with one sweaty hand and yanks his belt loose with the other.
He's so hard, before his zipper is even half way down his cock springs free and slaps her ass cheek, leaving a smear of pre cum on her panties. He doesn't even take them off, just yanks them to the side and rubs the head of his swollen cock down her slit. She's so wet that he glides down her fat lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Beth lets out a soft little moan; encouraging, wanting, and her swollen lips quiver against the sensitive head of his aching cock.
Any lingering shred of hesitation is wiped out by her begging cunt and the dripping evidence of how much she wants it. With another glide through her wetness his cock catches on her hole, he grabs her hips roughly with both hands and thrusts.
"Oh my god," Beth moans desperately.
Rick's hands tighten until his knuckles gleam white and a guttural moan rips from his throat as Beth's walls clench instinctively, stopping him halfway inside her.
"Jesus Christ, you're tighter than I remember," he gasps breathlessly, loosening his white knuckle grip on her hips. His hands slide backwards to squeeze her ass and begin kneading her plump cheeks. Beth whimpers, her walls fluttering around his cock and forcing his eyelids to do the same.
"Come on sweetheart, let me in," Rick murmurs, stroking his fingertips up and down her impossibly soft skin.
Beth moans softly and spreads her legs wider, tilting her hips back and opening herself up to him. With another hard thrust, Rick buries himself to the hilt.
"Good girl," He groans deeply as he's encased in her tight wet heat.
Slowly, he draws back out of her, feeling every inch of skin and at the same time he draws a breath so deep his chest aches. He lets the smooth tip of his uncut cock balance on the edge of her quivering hole before he grips her cheeks hand and plunges back into her. Beth's feet lift off the floor as she's thrown up on the counter by the force of his thrusts.
"Yes, yes," she gasps, fingertips clutching for purchase on the side. "Thank you, daddy."
Rick groans, "Say it again."
"Oh, daddy," Beth sighs.
"Fuck, yes, louder," Rick growls, digging his fingers into her ass hard enough to bruise and bouncing her on his dick, filling the kitchen with the slap of skin on skin and his harsh grunts.
"Daddy uhn daddy uhn daddy," Beth chants before losing all coherency and descending into a cascade of urgent moans. Her moans grow louder and longer, spurring him on as he pistons in and out of her like he's got something to prove.
Fucking into her viciously like he wants to ruin her cunt for any other man. The last time he was inside her she ruined him, damn near broke his dick and left him speechless. Daryl's eyes had sparkled with delight, and he hasn't let Rick forget that this girl - his babysitter- had wrecked him. So maybe he does have something to prove.
He's going to show Beth that Rick Grimes can handle her tight little cunt, and wipe the smirk off Daryl's face while he's at it. He bites his bottom lip as Beth's moans start to get higher and more desperate, another flutter of her walls telling him she's close, that he's about to push her over the edge, and keep pushing her until she's a screaming, begging mess.
Except the air isn't filled with the sound of Beth's sweet ruin.
Out of nowhere, Rick feels Daryl's hot mouth on the cradle of his shoulder and he comes apart. The scratch of his lover's beard against his neck sends shivers of arousal flooding down his spine, sending him hurtling over the edge and sacrificing him to the power of his own orgasm.
"Oh holy motherfuck," he grunts, deep from the base of his throat.
Rick barely manages to yank his cock out of Beth in time to paint her ass with hot reams of his come.