I glared at the girl on the back of Merles bike. What a bitch, and what fuckin right did she have to ask me if I was gay? Hell no, I ain't no fag! Who the fuck she think she is?
I grumbled, glaring at the, admittedly tight ass as it all but called to me. Who the fuck was I kidding? The woman screamed sex, from her pouty lips, what pa used to call 'bedroom eyes' and sex hair, it looked like she was ready to throw down at any moment. And I did masturbate! Sometimes...well, not very often...well, not at all actually. I felt dirty touchin myself.
And I felt ashamed. Admittedly I had done it once since we'd been on the road. What had she called it? "Rub one off"? I shook my head. The woman was insane. But it had been her I had done it to. One of the nights, Merle had pulled over to the very side of the road, right down in the ditch and parked. We had decided it was safer to sleep in the cab of the truck for now, we had settled down, grabbed the blankets out of the back, and gotten as comfortable as possible. I don't know what caused it, shit if I could take it back, I would.
She straddled me, her lips ghosting down my neck, her fingers scratching my scalp lightly as she moved her hips against mine, causing a hot friction between our lower bodies. I grabbed her shoulders, lifting her up, and shimmying the skirt she wore for work up, pushing her thong to the side and rubbing my thumb against her already soaked clit.
"Oh God." She whined, pushing closer to me and tugging on my hair.
I groaned and thrust my hips up, I was hard as a rock and just wanted inside of her. "This is gonna be quick baby." I warned her and she bit her lip, grinning with those bright blue green eyes set right on me.
"Better make it rough." She quirked an eyebrow as I fumbled with my pants. "Breaks over in 15 minutes." She stated lowly and I grinned. I pulled my dick free, rubbing it up and down her slit. She tossed her head back and I groaned at the feeling of the cloth of her thong rubbing against me softly, creating a whole different kind of awesome sensation. I thrust up, and she squealed, leaning back on my thighs and moving her body up and down mine.
I groaned, rubbing her clit, making her cry out for me. "Daryl! Hmmmm!" She called out over and over. I let her control everything for five long minutes, enjoying the view of her bouncing up and down on my dick. I suddenly took a hold of her hips and started bringing her down on me hard, fucking her roughly just like she had requested.
Thats when the screaming started. I always knew she was a screamer.
It was all over from there as I made her cum hard, milking me dry as my own orgasm swept over me. "FUCK! ADDY!" I called out, as I spilled into her.
My eyes shot open and I sat up straight. I was breathing hard, the cab was dark, and Merle was snoring loudly. Addy had just propped her feet up on the dash and called it a night, but now she was snuggled up to my side, her arm over my hips, inches away from my fuckin dick...and I was harder than a rock.
"Fuck." I groaned, picking her arm up softly and setting it back over her. I propped her up against a few pillows and managed to sneak out of the truck. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" I looked around, making sure I was alone. Didn't want my dick to be the reason I got gnawed on by a little undead fuck.
"STOP!" I yelled at myself softly. My dream was running through my brain like a train, and I kept thinking about how soft her thighs were, how wet she was, and how willing she had been.
I stood around for ten minutes, until I finally walked to the tailgate of the truck, sat down on the grass, and pulled it out of my pants. 10 strokes. It had been so long for me that 10 strokes was all it took for me to shudder, cuming all over my hands and chest.
"Fuck." I groaned, wiping off with one of my shop rags that I carried around in my back pocket. "Fuck." I whispered, letting the shame and embarrassment wash over me.
Fucking Addy. It had to be her!
It couldnt have been that blonde, with no tits, or fuck even Sloozy Suzy. Shit I'd take either one of those broads over the fucking princess. But my dick had other plans.
Sure in high school, I had thought she was the prettiest girl in town. Her smile was amazing and her laugh was contagious. She had it all. A good family, money and a never ending supply of friends. She was good at everything she did and everyone loved her.
But boy, was she a bitch. I heard the shit she said about me. I saw the points, the laughs. I saw the way she avoided me like the plague. She was too good for a Dixon, and that much she'd remind you everyday.
So imagine my surprise when I find out that my brother, the spick hating, drunk, red neck, disease carryin', good for nothin' but jail brother of mine had befriended her?
Shit, he liked her enough to save her at the end of the world.
And here I was, stuck dealing with it.
I bet if Merle knew the things she'd said he'd feel differently. Wouldnt be so inclined to help her out. He'd leave her in the middle of the road, and not look back for a minute. We were far enough from Atlanta that it would take two or three days to get there, depending on how much time we wasted. So after awhile, Merle pulled off to the side of the road, letting Addy climb off.
Thats when I noticed she was swearing my fuckin' shirt! "Dammit!" I smacked my hand against the steering wheel. I got out of the truck and stalked over to her, taking hold of the shirt and yanking it off her.
"Ouch! Dammit!" She cried, pushing me hard. She frowned, looking down at her wrist and stalked away from us, rubbing it.
"Whad'ya do that fer?" Merle asked, frowning. Wheeling the bike over to the truck.
"Thats my fuckin' shirt!" I told him and he rolled his eyes.
"I gave it to her." He stated and I glared at him. "Best be a lil more careful with her liddol brother." He told me, taking out some camping supplies. "That theres a woman. She aint used ta gettin yanked around like the hoe's Ive brought home ba'fore." He said and I rolled my eyes.
She came back a few minutes later, and her eyes were red. I rolled mine, setting up my tent. I did feel a pang of guilt though when I saw her swollen wrist. She grabbed her gear out of the truck and began setting up her tent silently. Merle glanced at me then over to her, rolling his eyes.
"I swear, the day yew two just fuck and git it over with will be the happiest, easiest, and possibly best day of muh'life." He muttered and I glared at him, while Addy just scoffed.
"You don't fuck Daryl Dixon." She suddenly stated, glaring at me, and throwing her shit in to her tent that she had put up in less than 5 minutes. "You get fucked." She climbed in and zipped the tent closed, staying there for the rest of the night. She didn't even come out for supper.
'Whatever,' I thought 'more for me an' Merle.
A/N Glad everyone is still liking this!
